just call me starstruck.
so i did it. i saw my first real Montreal celebrity. I was walking out of Boustan with my two good friends, Nicole and Erin, when we were met head-on by a wall of 3-4 well-dressed men. One of the men was black haired and bespectacled....curious. The three of us stopped short, froze, really. As we tried close our dropped jaws and confirm our suspicions of who the man might be, he spoke. Indeed, the clipped British accent said it all. We were a mere 12 inches away from Mr. Elvis Costello. He and his posse continued their way up Crescent, as we stood paralyzed, then collapsed into a fit of incredulous, nonsensical blabber.
i always thought i'd be able to keep my cool in the event of a chance meeting with a major celebrity. boy was I wrong.
i always thought i'd be able to keep my cool in the event of a chance meeting with a major celebrity. boy was I wrong.