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Steven Stiffler is My Homeboy

Quick little side story from our trip to Los Angeles. So, we’re all at the rehearsal dinner, at this very cool little beachfront restaurant in Malibu, when suddenly a buzz goes through the private, rented back room. A blue pickup truck containing one Seann William Scott, star of such films as The Dukes of Hazzard, Old School, American Pie, and of course, the unforgettable Dude, Where’s My Car, has just come screeching into the parking lot. Mr. William Scott, it seems, wanted to grab a little din-din, and it got everyone quite excited. Would we talk to him? Would we follow him out to the parking lot and “Where’s your car, dude” him to death? The possibilities were endless.

Obviously, we didn’t do anything…until I found myself outside, alone, smoking a cigarette, and standing right next to him. He was having a perfectly normal conversation on his cell phone, with someone he loved. I know this because he said, “I love you.” Also, he expressed a desire for the person on the other end of the line to “hit him up on MSN sometime.” I was completely taken aback at his totally normal, “some-dude”ishness. Though his big, decidedly not-famous friend was lurking nearby, I had to do something.

So, finishing my smoke, I sidled right up next to him, put my hand on his hip, and said, “Seann! Good to see you man!” My limited time in LA has taught me that the most fun you can have in these instances is to introduce yourself as though you see said celebrity every day, and you may have even, at some point, had a few beers together. He picked it up perfectly, replying with, “Hey, how’s it going bro! It’s good to see you, too!” Panicking, I countered with, “I gotta get back to the party, man, but you have a good night!” Sean replied, “Okay bro! You have a good time! Take care!”

All of this was delivered in such a delightfully Stiffler-ish manner that I am grinning just typing this. Did SWS think that we must have met at some point? Or did he just know that I am his biggest fan ever? Oh, the things I wish we could have talked about, like how I love the force with which he says the word, “fuck.” Ah, well. For just a second, I felt cool and fabulous, as though I was hanging out with Sean that night, before I headed out later to sniff cocaine off Nicky Hilton’s ass. I love being a celebrity.

Sadly, I did not have my camera with me that night, which is just awful for all of us. A photo with Sean William Scott would have been the prize of this blog. However, in order to help you get a better idea of what this interaction looked like, I have taken the liberty of preparing a photo mockup. Enjoy.

Oh, yeah…I also saw rapper Ja Rule at the airport. That was no big whoop, though, so nevermind.

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  1. Haha! That’s awesome! But touching his hip sounds kinda gay.

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