You know, I completely forgot to mention the celebrity sighting I had last week. I was at Color Me Mine, the paint it yourself ceramics store in Menlo Park. Once a year one of our vendors treats us to an evening of therapeutic painting in thanks for all the business we send their way. So we were goofing around while waiting for the paint to dry on our flower pots and vases by dancing to 80's music and watching the beautiful people go by outside the big glass windows overlooking Santa Cruz Avenue.
A short college student with very curly hair and no makeup on came up the steps to look in at us and see what we were painting. She was hand in hand with a tall, athletic looking boy. They wandered off down the avenue. About 10 seconds later it clicked.
That was Chelsea Clinton.
"Do you really think so?" my boss said. "She was so..."
"Homely," I said.
"Ugly," my boss replied. "It probably wasn't her."
"She cleans up real good, I guess. But listen, that has to be her. It's my theory that if you see someone who looks like a celebrity except not quite as perfect and slightly less attractive then it must be them and not a lookalike."
We confirmed it by sending one of our members out to see if she spotted any Secret Service. She said there were six guys in suits just down the block loosely surrounding the couple. Wow. Imagine having to have protection while you take a romantic stroll with your boyfriend on a city street. Poor kid.
Anyway, I thought it was kind of neat to see our local celebrity. There aren't any others right here in Palo Alto that I know of. I saw David Byrne, Linda Cartwright, and Loni Anderson in the city back in the eighties, which is how I developed my theory of celebrity spotting. And I saw all kinds of country music stars in Nashville, including my buddy Tom Wopat who shopped at my local grocery store.
Chelsea's daddy came to town three days later, but I didn't bother looking for him.
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