I’ve been in LA for four weeks now, and (counting the Glee kids), I’ve seen… five celebrities? Pretty good tally. Only two of those celeb sightings have been on the street (as it were), of these people going about their daily lives–not at work.
A couple of days ago I saw Reed Diamond at the Farmer’s Market on Fairfax. Reed Diamond isn’t as famous as, say, Jeff Goldblum (who my classmate saw, for which I am jealous). But he WAS a regular on Joss Whedon’s Dollhouse, which makes him 100 times more awesome than the Glee kids in my book.
Today I saw Sara Gilbert, who has racked up the following credentials of awesome: She was Darlene on Roseanne; she’s Leslie Winkle on Big Bang Theory; she is Melissa Gilbert’s younger sister (Melissa Gilbert played Laura Ingalls Wilder in the TV show, and since I was named after Laura Ingalls Wilder I’m genetically predisposed to love her entire family. It’s true.)
The Reed Diamond sighting was as I was entering/he was leaving a restroom, so that was really awkward. But the Sara Gilbert one was awkward in a different way. I was sitting outside a Starbucks with my friend Colleen, and this child goes running past. I automatically looked around for a parent, and I looked up and I saw her. I saw Leslie Winkle. And we made eye contact. For like 20 seconds. And this brief look passed her face–this look that said “why are you staring at me?”
So I looked away and desperately tried to continue my conversation with Colleen. Sara Gilbert (!!) and her son kept walking and sat further down the building. It was so, so weird. I sort of hissed at Colleen that she was in Big Bang Theory, and Colleen said she thought she recognized her from Roseanne.
And that was it. She and her son passed us a couple more times (that kid loved to run, and like a good mom, she never let him run far out of her sight), and then they sort of wandered away. It just made me realize why I’m so glad I’m a writer. I don’t like attention–certainly not attention from strangers–and if I were an actor and achieved any level of notoriety, people would recognize me! I mean Sara Gilbert isn’t Nicole Kidman or anything, and I still recognized her!
But I could have passed writers and directors and producers for my favorite shows ten times today (and may have, because we were in Studio City, where a lot of TV people live), and never recognize them.
The sole exception would probably be Joss, who I would be able to recognize by voice alone, as creepy as that may sound. And, to be honest, as much as I would love to see Joss, I’m afraid. Because there is no way I wouldn’t start to hyperventilate in front of that man.
I’m just glad I’m a behind-the-scenes person, so that I’ll never have to worry about making awkward eye contact with a 22 year old sitting outside a Starbucks while I’m chilling with my kid. Though, to my everlasting joy, I did not freak out about Sara Gilbert or ask for her autograph or a picture or say “oh my God, you’re Leslie Winkle!” So that’s something.