So my friend Mike is in town to write some exams and we spent the day wandering around malls in Vancouver...I took him to my new favorite store, Whole Foods, and we needed to go to Eddie Bauer to get his traditional exam-day socks (must wear a new pair for exam, without fail). Anyways, we decided to swing by Pacific Centre in the mistaken belief that there was an Eddie Bauer there, and parked in the underground parkade.
Now, I hate underground parking. Maybe it's some sort of claustrophobia I inherited from my dad, maybe I've seen too many episodes of Alias where Sidney Bristow gets attacked by guys in an undergound parking lot. I just don't like 'em, and I was chatting away, telling Mike this as we walked into the vestibule where the elevators that take you up to the mall are located. As we walked in, the door to the opposite side of the parkade opened, and in walked Alanis Morrissette. I wasn't sure if it was her, but then Ryan Reynolds walked in, as I am something of an E!Online scholar, I knew they were engaged and that it must be the real deal. I tried to keep talking normally but gave Mike a gentle kick in the ankle and sort of glanced in their direction (they were about oh, 2 feet away) to oh-so-casually let him know that we were in the presence of B-List, former Grammy-winning, Two Guys, A Girl and a Pizza Place greatness. He didn't get it.
"Ow!" he yelled. "You kicked me! Why did you kick me?"
Alanis and Ryan looked at us. I blushed. "I didn't kick you," I stammered, doing my best to ignore him. "Yes you did," he insisted. "You kicked me!" I muttered something about having something stuck to my heel and trying to get it off. At that point the elevator opened so I rushed in to escape. Ryan and Alanis stood right in front of us in the elevator.
"Is it because I said I didn't think you looked like Jennifer Garner?" Mike asked. "Is that why you kicked me?" I was staring at the back of the celebrities' heads to see if they were laughing at what was going on or had even copped on to what was happening, but they did a really good job of ignoring us and being all smoochie-lovey (they ARE supposed to be getting married ASAP, so that was cute). Reconciling myself to the fact that Mike wasn't going to catch on and reap the benefits of our celebrity sighting, I jumped on his excuse and ran with it, and launched into an elevator-ride-long monologue on my secret desire to be like Sidney Bristow and be a PVC-clad double agent (the thought had never occurred to me) and how I was miffed he didn't think I had the moxie (or abs) to pull it off.
Anyways, Mike remained oblivious as we walked out of the elevator, at which point I tried to inform him quietly who had been in the elevator with us. He didn't believe me until we saw them heading into Holt Renfrew a little later.
If they heard us, they were very gracious to pretend not to notice and continue on. Nobody else looked at them at all, and I would never have dared approach them. Maybe that's why they hang out in Vancouver. They were both extremely good looking people in person, better looking than any music video or National Lampoons vehicle might have led us to believe. She was very short, he was very...tall. Cute couple.
And that's it for Star Gazing Sunday, unless you count my automated phone call from Jack Layton tonight asking me if I had voted Liberal in the past but would consider voting NDP tommorrow. And to be honest, I won't know how I'm gonna vote until I walk into that polling station tommorrow. But it was nice of him to call.
Now, I hate underground parking. Maybe it's some sort of claustrophobia I inherited from my dad, maybe I've seen too many episodes of Alias where Sidney Bristow gets attacked by guys in an undergound parking lot. I just don't like 'em, and I was chatting away, telling Mike this as we walked into the vestibule where the elevators that take you up to the mall are located. As we walked in, the door to the opposite side of the parkade opened, and in walked Alanis Morrissette. I wasn't sure if it was her, but then Ryan Reynolds walked in, as I am something of an E!Online scholar, I knew they were engaged and that it must be the real deal. I tried to keep talking normally but gave Mike a gentle kick in the ankle and sort of glanced in their direction (they were about oh, 2 feet away) to oh-so-casually let him know that we were in the presence of B-List, former Grammy-winning, Two Guys, A Girl and a Pizza Place greatness. He didn't get it.
"Ow!" he yelled. "You kicked me! Why did you kick me?"
Alanis and Ryan looked at us. I blushed. "I didn't kick you," I stammered, doing my best to ignore him. "Yes you did," he insisted. "You kicked me!" I muttered something about having something stuck to my heel and trying to get it off. At that point the elevator opened so I rushed in to escape. Ryan and Alanis stood right in front of us in the elevator.
"Is it because I said I didn't think you looked like Jennifer Garner?" Mike asked. "Is that why you kicked me?" I was staring at the back of the celebrities' heads to see if they were laughing at what was going on or had even copped on to what was happening, but they did a really good job of ignoring us and being all smoochie-lovey (they ARE supposed to be getting married ASAP, so that was cute). Reconciling myself to the fact that Mike wasn't going to catch on and reap the benefits of our celebrity sighting, I jumped on his excuse and ran with it, and launched into an elevator-ride-long monologue on my secret desire to be like Sidney Bristow and be a PVC-clad double agent (the thought had never occurred to me) and how I was miffed he didn't think I had the moxie (or abs) to pull it off.
Anyways, Mike remained oblivious as we walked out of the elevator, at which point I tried to inform him quietly who had been in the elevator with us. He didn't believe me until we saw them heading into Holt Renfrew a little later.
If they heard us, they were very gracious to pretend not to notice and continue on. Nobody else looked at them at all, and I would never have dared approach them. Maybe that's why they hang out in Vancouver. They were both extremely good looking people in person, better looking than any music video or National Lampoons vehicle might have led us to believe. She was very short, he was very...tall. Cute couple.
And that's it for Star Gazing Sunday, unless you count my automated phone call from Jack Layton tonight asking me if I had voted Liberal in the past but would consider voting NDP tommorrow. And to be honest, I won't know how I'm gonna vote until I walk into that polling station tommorrow. But it was nice of him to call.