Canadians, Jamie Foxx, and Monopoly Money
Part 2: Jamie Foxx
I always used to complain that I’m a local and I never get to accidentally run into any celebrities. Isn’t that part of the fun of Las Vegas? I’ve been here almost a year and the only celeb I’ve seen is David Copperfield and that’s just because I used to work for him. Actually that’s not entirely true -- I did run into Ron Jeremy in the Venetian during AVN. I’m not that great with noticing celebrities though; if a small group of people hadn’t rushed up to him I would’ve just thought he was part of the middle-aged stereotypical demographic vacationing in Vegas. What’s even weirder is about a week after I saw him one of his agents randomly asked me to coordinate his birthday party. That was an interesting twist of fate. After over a month of meticulous planning, however, the whole ordeal had to be abruptly called off. I’m not going to go into it, but I will admit at age 21 I had my first media scandal.
Saturday May 26
Moon Nightclub
Chad & l and a couple of our friends decided to hit up MOON at The Palms for Memorial Weekend. I’m a big fan of anything at The Palms and I love the layout at MOON and The Playboy Club. A few drinks into the night a rather short but charismatic gentleman wearing dark sunglasses brushed by me, but again, my celebrity identification powers failed me. Although very subtle, he had an “I’m famous” air about him so I racked my brain trying to access my Hollywood headshot file. I don’t know how celebrities get so stalked down in public. I swear there are only about six people I would ever recognize. (But that could easily be due to my own self-absorption.) Chad! Look behind me!” As many processes as it had to go through, luckily my brain works quickly and the mysterious man was still getting by when I decided to grab Chad’s attention. “It’s Jamie Foxx! I think Jamie Foxx just brushed by me!”
“Who? Right there? I don’t think so.” And then he laughed at me.
I guess I just figured after a year I deserved at least a Jamie Foxx. I mean, crap, I haven’t even seen Carrot Top.
As the night went on we meandered out to the patio and again, on more than one occasion I was brushed by my faux Jamie Foxx. This is getting ridiculous, I thought. How are we always in this fool’s way? And how can he see with those sunglasses on? It seemed like no matter where I moved I was in the way. I hate that.
“What is UP Las Vegas???” The DJ started to cut in “Gold Digger” by Kanye West. “We have Jamie Foxx in the house tonight!”
“I knew it! I freaking told you Chad!”
“Wow. But he’s so short. Hey, and I totally kicked that guy in the leg earlier! Haha, not on purpose, but I did. I kicked Jamie Foxx in the leg!”
So finally, after nine long months, I got my celebrity sighting. Jamie Foxx touched me twice -- primarily because I was in his way twice -- and Chad kicked him in the leg. Now I feel local. Oh, and the reason for all of this? It was his table we were standing in front of.
[Stay tuned for Part 3: Monopoly Money]
Precocious entrepreneur, workaholic and a rabid perfectionist Crystal Starlight knows a thing or two about getting ahead at a young age. Email her at [email protected]