There’s a movie being filmed around the corner from my office. Owen Wilson, Zach Galifianakis, and Kristen Wiig are in town to film some scenes. Star spottings have been reported all over town via Twitter, Facebook.
I think Owen Wilson is pretty darn cute and love some of the roles he played. Someone asked me if I was going to go watch the filming, and I said, “nah, but Owen can come hang out on the porch later if he wants.” This person laughed and asked what on earth I’d possibly talk to Owen Wilson about on my porch.
I think it’s pretty easy, right? I’m a delicate southern belle, so of course, I’d offer him something to drink and a snack…and a spritz of all natural bug spray, because I can’t be having my guests eaten alive. A little Pandora streaming whatever–heck, I’d let him pick the first station until his taste in music annoyed me and I felt compelled to change it to something else. What would I talk to him about? Everything, like I do with everyone. I ask questions all the time since I’m missing that filter between my mouth and my brain, and I just blurt out anything. I’d ask him if he got to do anything fun in Asheville (you know, other than hang out with me). Last book he read. Favorite band. How he feels about raw tomato. Weirdest birthday gift he’s ever received. If he’d like to take one of my spare cats with him. All the usual stuff. I figure that being a public personality like that has got to wear a person out, and sippin’ some Catdaddy ‘shine on the porch and watching lightning bugs sounds like a dandy evening.
A few weeks back, I saw another movie star that was roaming town for a different movie. I was sitting in the park with my shoes off, warming my toes in the summer sun, and looked up and saw movie star guy walking on the pathway into the park, sunglasses on so as not to be noticed (the really nice pants were the giveaway, those weren’t WalMart pants). He noticed my glance and smiled and I just nodded, but I wasn’t going to chase after him or ask for a photo. He was off the clock! In the same way I don’t want to be hounded with IT questions in my off hours (no, I really DON’T want to fix your computer when I get off work or set up your new iPhone, realllllllly), I wasn’t going to spaz out at him and draw attention.
Be cool. Owen, invitation’s open.