It was a Saturday night at the Edge.
There I was sitting in the crowded bar, as per usual every Saturday, and I think I see someone who might be a celebrity. Over on the small islands, a lot of celebrities visit. Heck, I had Miley Cyrus's family and Al Pacino and Carrot Top eat at my restaurant once. Anyway, I asked my friend who was sitting next to me if that guy looked like a celebrity. This certain celebrity wasn't too familiar to the mainstream masses, but still, I thought he resembled the guy.
So I stand up in a drunken stupor, and walk up to the guy.
"Hey, hey. Hows it going?" said I, which is my usual greeting.
"Fine." the guy said.
"Yeah, hey dude, dude, I just wanted to ask a small question…" said I, and then I continued in more of a secretive tone… "Are you Bruce Vilanch?"
"No." said the guy.
"Oh, are you anyone famous at all?"
"Nope, my name is Steve." said the guy.
Then like ten minutes ago, our eyes peered, and he laughed his head off, and it was at that moment…
He realized, he met me. One of the craziest thinkers on the planet.