I was in the drive-thru at McDonald's this week (clearly that's helping me get my beach bod), and I look in my rear view mirror (which I always do in the drive-thru because I was rear ended in the Taco Bell drive-thru last year...proof positive that fast food is dangerous) and I noticed the one and only Zac Brown.
That's right, folks. Zac Brown. Pimpin' it in an Impala.
Buying a Big Mac.
You may ask- Really?? It was the real Zac Brown?
Yes, my dear bloggy friends, it was. Because we all know that famous singers drive a 90's model gold Impala, eat at McDonald's, and seem to spend a mundane afternoon in NWA.
But I wouldn't have been surprised if it was the real Zac Brown. You see, I'm a magnet for celebrities. I seem to run into them (or maybe I orchestrate ways to run into them...but not in a stalkerish kind of way- of course) often.
I was in 9th grade and on a flight from some random city to Philadelphia (or maybe it was NYC...who knows)...the one and only Hank Aaron was on the flight with me. I may or may not have known who he was--even after many of my guy friends were exasperated and appalled that I had never heard of him. I did take the time to shake his hand and meet him- just to say I had. Even though I had no clue who he was.
I left a Rascal Flatts concert about 15 minutes early to avoid the traffic...which didn't happen because I hadn't anticipated the 15 miles I had to walk to my car. Annoying. Anyway, I was walking down a dark alley (I had a boy with me...don't you worry) when low & behold, guess who walks right around the corner? That's right...Rascal Flatts. I immediately reverted into my 13 year old teeny-bopper self and immediately blurted out "Do you know who you are?!?" They, of course, replied that they did, in fact, know who they were. We hugged, we laughed, we bonded. We're all practically BFF (except that boy that was walking with me in the alley).
And then my college roommate and I decided we needed to make a road trip to Springfield, MO to orchestrate a meeting with Bachelor #2 (also known as Aaron Buerge). After an unimagineable debacle of my shirt ripping open during the road trip (true story) and trying to shop in the mall with a shirt that was completely ripped in the chest area, we finally arrived at his restaurant near closing time. Our hopes of meeting Aaron and casting our spell on him so that he would fall in love with us quickly disappeared. But wouldn't you know- he was "working" late that night and just-so-happened to be there that night. So he came and hugged us, did a little photo-op, and bought the bar a round of drinks. Of course, we declined because we were the ripe old age of 20.
In college I dated a boy (not the dark alley boy)...his dad was the #2 guy of the world's largest corporation (know which one that is??). No folks- I can't make this stuff up. At the corporation's annual share holder's meeting, the family of the executives get to meet lots of famous people. I clearly wasn't family (and to be honest, had no desire to be) but I was certainly willing to welcome the perks. So we had a little meet and greet with Patti LaBelle and Diana DeGarmo (she was the runner up for American Idol that season). Diana's sweet mom wanted a pic of me and the boy because we were "cute"...so the Degarmo's photo album now contains a random pic of me and some boy I dated for like two months.
And then of course there is my fifteen minutes of fame. Those of you long time readers of my blog probably have been wondering all this time where you've seen me before. Well, your curiosity can end now...the suspense is over. I have been on an episode of Entourage. I told you people- I can't make this stuff up. I was spending a casual afternoon shopping on Rodeo Drive (insert canned laughter here)...no, but really, I was shopping on Rodeo Drive in Los Angeles. I was with my family on vacation...and let me set the stage for you: my dad with his 1970's mustache, "rapper" shorts, socks, camera around his neck and sandals. Mom probably had some t-shirt with hearts or something on it. My sister is pushing her baby stroller. And here I am- trying my best to look as stylish as possible (but now I look back at the black tube top with cherries and think- really Jennifer, is that the best you could do??)...and we're all trying to blend in with the trendy crowd. Well I decided to walk into the Gucci store to see what my little budget could afford (answer: nothing). As I walked through the doors, I noticed a girl that looked incredibly familiar but I ignored her. As I picked up the $700 pumps that I was hoping to beg dad for, a man comes in with all these headsets and electrical stuff and makes an announcement to us Gucci shoppers, "Excuse me- we're filming a scene for Entourage. We need you to act as normal as possible. Please just continue shopping." Riiiiiight...I'm being filmed and I am supposed to act NORMAL?!? Which, by the way, I had never heard of Entourage. But after an exhausting afternoon of filming Entourage, we decided we should head home. So my dad (keep in mind what his attire was) walks to the doors where Mandy Moore and the Entourage cast are standing waiting for the next scene. Dad taps Mandy Moore on the shoulder and says (in his southern twang), "Excuse me ma'am, I need to get out." And I then buried my face in my shirt and pretended like I had never seen that man before in my life.
So you see folks, from drive-thrus to airplanes, I really am a magnet for celebrities.
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3. The "Braided" front
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