We all know at least one celebrity. Some of you may know A-List like Tom Cruise or Meryl Streep. Others of you may know B-Listers like Flava Flav or Fez from That 70’s Show. Well, until recently I didn’t really know anyone that one would consider a celebrity. Sure, I’ve met minor league baseball players, and I’m pretty sure that our Mayor knows that I work with one of his friends, but, other than that, I haven’t had any nights that Us Weekly or People Magazine would care to know about.
Until Saturday night, that is…
You may know him from the blockbuster “Star Wars” movie series.
But I simply know him as “Chewie.”
We met at a MC Chris show (more on that, and a review of a local band in the next post). MC Chris brought us together, and we wound up hanging out the entire night. After the show, we went to Big John’s Tavern - Charleston’s Best Dive since 1955 - and Chewie was roaring…i mean, raring to go! We bellied up to the bar and ordered two PBRs.
Next thing you know, the guy’s ordering another and bums one of my smokes!
After pounding down a smoke and a beer, Chewie decides he’s gonna do a “Power Lift Can Stand.” I’m all like, “What the hell is that about, Chewie (at this point, he’d dropped the formalities and was going by Chewie)?” He’s like, “Dude, just watch…”
So, he orders the beer, gets a good grip, and…
Then drops the can back on the bar, shimmys up and…
“Holy crap, dude. That was AWESOME!” I had to give him his props for that.
At this point, we start attracting some attention. And being the world-famous star that he is, it’s something that he’s accustomed to, and craves. So shots are in order, and are ordered. We didn’t know it until then, but we’re both big Rumpleminz fans!
And then his wife called. Boy howdy, he wasn’t even TRYIN’ to hear THAT!
He just walked away from the phone, and started chatting it up with a lovely lady at the bar. Next thing you know know…
I quickly pulled him away from the beautiful baby, and reminded him that he did get married in California, and a divorce could cost him some serious dough if his wife found out about his trysts.
After another beer, I went and shot some pool witha buddy of mine. A few minutes later, I went back to the bar to grab my smokes and check on my new friend and found him making a Booty Call…
I figured , “What the hell?” “He can’t get in trouble for this, and he IS a Wookie after all…so I showed him the way to the bathroom, so he could do his dirty work.
After about 15 seconds, he was back for another PBR and a smoke, but I think the night had finally caught up with him. Poor little guy was just plum tuckered out…
We had a great time that night, and he said we’d hang again, but you know celebrities…