Throughout this blog, much like throughout my life, you will probably find a sprinkling of random stories. Some might be recent, or long past, but for one reason or another I have felt the need to bring the story to your attention. Some are clearly more ridiculous than others, but they all make me chuckle in some way. So sit back, relax, and enjoy my first edition of the ridiculous randoms.
Ridiculous Random Story #1- Viggo-tastic
So...the day is like any other day: I'm at my apartment trying to make myself presentable for my alter-ego profession as a hostess/waitress. My mom (who works at the same place as I do) calls:
"Guess who's coming in tonight?"
Me: "The Wilcoxes?" Har har. You've GOT to know these people to find that even slightly humorous.
Mom: "No, Viggo Mortensen! Are you hostessing?"
Me: "Yep."
Mom: "Make sure you look nice"
Thanks, Mom. I'll try not to look skank-tastic for the celebrity who happens to be local. Trying to accomplish this whilst my eye is inflamed, red and irritated thus forcing me to wear glasses from the ninth grade AND wearing a shirt that apparently makes me look like Jason DeRulo proved to be quite a conundrum.
...we could be twins.
Anywho, so sure enough I get in to work and there's the name on the reservation sheet. "Mortinsen" Uhhh, spell check anyone? Good thing even Viggo isn't privy to the information (be it spelled incorrectly) in our reservation book. As you can imagine, the hired help are buzzing with excitement...other than myself, who was given the daunting task of trying to find a way to seat a party of ten and a party of five on our soaked deck while it is sprinkling out without getting anyone wet. Yay.
So he comes in at 5:52 (for a 5:45 reservation, but who's counting?) and they start to walk slightly past the "Please Wait to be Seated" sign. Come on, he's a CELEBRITY! So I say, "Ahem, two for dinner?" The man speaks 5 languages and he can't read a sign in English? Kidding, kidding. They mention the fact that they have a reservation so I calmly seat them at table 8, the table coveted by many at the Riverside (including the Wilcoxes).
Shortly thereafter, I got to clock out and drink, so we chat at the bar about Viggo. My boss is dying to know where Heraldo (Hidalgo) is. Another regular patron at the bar is trying to figure out this movie Virgil (Viggo) was in where he played a bartender with a secret identity. Meanwhile, my boss is being very persistent about the whereabouts of Hirago (Hidalgo) and where Viggaro (Viggo) keeps him. You can see where this is going. I sure did, so in attempts to save Viggo from 18 ridiculous questions upon leaving the restaurant, I attempt to retrieve the information off my phone...to no avail. I was roaming, so the information did not get to me before Viggo got to the door. As he walks by, the man at the bar struggling to remember the name of film turns to my boss and whispers "Is that him?", to which my boss simply nods. So the man turns to Viggo and shouts from his bar stool, "Hey Virgo! Virgo, come 'ere, I gotta ask you something."
... really?
REALLY?! Did he REALLY just call this multi million dollar grossing film star the WRONG NAME and beckon him over to his bar stool? He sure did. Instead of Viggo turning and walking away, since one could only imagine what the intentions of the bar patron were, he politely acknowledges his request and comes over. The man asks him, "What was that movie you were in where you were the bartender with a secret identity?" to which he responds, "A History of Violence", and quietly walks away as the man at the bar turns to us telling us all about the movie and how great it was. Awkward.
The moral of the story is...well, nothing. But I know of many people at a non-celeb status that would have turned and walked away from this very sweet, although maybe a little socially awkward, man at the bar. It just goes to show that kindness and gads of money are not mutually exclusive- although Viggo Mortensen certainly has both.
I'm going to eat a tuna melt now. Ta ta!
hahahahahahahahahaha and ha.
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