So, Where’s Your Paparazzi?

You know, they look a lot more average in person. Of course, I’m speaking of celebrities. Well, I could have been speaking of paintings or show dogs, but show dogs don’t have paparazzi.

I waited on my first big-time celebrity the other night. I had seen local TV personalities before, but they’re just regular people like you and me; not the big ballaz that everyone makes a big ho-hum stink about. This particular celeb falls into the special “Musical Reality TV Show” Celebrity category. You know, Rock Star Supernova, Nashville Star, American Idol kind of celebrity. Honestly, I had no idea who the hell he was until I talked to my mother who watched the show he was on. She flipped her shit when I told her who he was because apparently he’s from our town.

Anyway, this guy was a pretty nice fellow. Very down to earth, which made me wonder why we as a society put celebrities up on a pedestal. I suppose it’s because they’re on TV and somewhat “out of reach”. Perhaps he’s “that guy” that everyone knows but doesn’t REALLY know. I, myself, am a closet celeb-nut. Getting back to the topic at hand – our Average-Joe-Made-Big – it was also pretty damn surprising that such a big musical star would be with such an average looking girl. I mean hell, if I was a star, my arm-candy would be hand-picked and top notch. Oh well, I guess I’m just a bit judgmental.

My sister happens to wait tables as well, out in Malibu, California. Seeing celebrities is a regular thing for her: Sean Penn, Nick Lachey… She even swears that Sean William Scott is gay.

The one thing that I do know is that celebrities are just like everyone else when it comes to tipping: they’re unpredictable. I suppose we think that since they have tons of money, they’ll just drop a huge tip on the check, but if they’re personally cheapasses, then even with a lot of money they’ll still be a cheapass.

Oh, and I also learned from seeing a co-worker do this: they don’t like “the help” asking for autographs, and neither do your employers.