Um. . . Funny. . . but maybe only to me??

So I went on a trip yesterday to visit one of our clients in sunny So. Cal (sidenote: oh my gosh was it warm! Like 80 degrees and I didn't need a coat and I was in HEAVEN! As opposed to right now, I'm sitting at my desk with my coat on, wishing I had a space heater, and hoping that my fingers don't fall off as I press the keyboard!). It was a good day and we were very productive and yadda, yadda. It was good.

My work trip is not the point of this blog because if it were, you would all stop reading. The point was to tell you that I was in the airport yesterday. . . early. Not too early but right at that point where everyone else was in the airport so it was mass chaos and people were everywhere! Let me outline a couple of things that were happening in the SLC airport on Tuesday this week:

Military transfer day. Yeah, a bunch of Marines (sidenote: God bless each of you) were being sent off to do field training and such. I sat next to one on my flight that was on his was to Camp Pendleton to do training. . . and behind one. . . and diagonal. . . you get my point. There were lots of them. We had maybe 15 on our flight ALONE and the plane held like 50 people so that was a pretty good ratio! Anyway, there were about 200 of these strapping soldiers in the airport yesterday - what a site.

Missionary Drop off Day. For anyone who has been to the Salt Lake airport on a Tuesday, you know that it is the LDS Missionary day where they all triumphantly leave the MTC and venture to their assignments near and far. There are always a ton of them and they look so nervous and sweet and kind of act like they have never been to the airport before BECAUSE they are so nervous and sweet. It kind of inhibits the rest of us from getting through the line quickly. BUT, they are good kids and again, selfless act of service. Good work!

Sundance. So even though the crowds aren't near what they have been in the past (thanks Mr President for the largest inauguration/coronation in the history of the world), there are still a LOT of people that are here for Sundance. Not just A to D list celebs (which are fab, by the way. . . mainly the D list ones. . . go Kathy Griffin!) but also the average Jo's that fall into one of two categories: 1. They are from California and want to be "part of that" and come out here to hob nob and ski with the celebs and locals and prove how cool and how "California" they are (sidenote: most of these people do make more in a year than I will see over the course of my life so I can't really badmouth them when I want to be one! :) ) or 2. Smaller town folks who do love to ski but are really coming hear to catch a glimpse of the aforementioned celebs in their natural habitat, like they are the freaking Crocodile Hunter (sidenote: these are the same people that buy the maps to the star's homes in California, hoping to see them taking out their trash and then they happen to be invited in for a deep conversation about their last movie and then shopping and lunch on Rodeo. "It's very Pretty Woman. . . except that whole hooker thing." I can't really make fun of them either because I AM one.)

Wow - what a rant! Anyway, it is this last group of airport carnivores that I wish to address because it's the subject for my excitement! The Sundancers. So I mentioned that I love D-list celebs, yes? Well I do. They are the ones that you are either sure you've heard the name before but can't put a face on it, have NEVER heard the name before but you know them once you've seen them or finally, my favorite group, those who are known for something really ridiculous.

Examples: Last time I went to Sundance, I held the door for Andrew Keegan at a pizza place on Main Street. Who? That's what everyone says. But follow the link and you'll see that not only is he hot but you recognize him. Name? Nope. No idea. Face? Yup, how could you forget that? That would qualify him as a type 2 D-lister.

So now that I've given you a novel of a background. . . I had my second D-lister run-in at the airport yesterday and it was SO fab. As I walked through the lobby, trying to squirm my way through the missionaries, I looked to my left and saw a familiar face (sidenote: unless at this very moment you agree not to judge me, you can't continue reading because this is putting me in a very awkward place by admitting that I know who this person is because he is famous for a very weird thing that I in no way, shape or form have ever seen first hand but I DO watch TMZ on occasion and I pay attention, ok? Gosh. Don't judge.). Who was it? Ron Jeremy (I am not linking you to his profile because I can only imagine and frankly, I don't want to imagine so if you want to see him, look him up yourself). SO GROSS! He's basically a 70s/80s porn star who is super gross and super unattractive which leads me to wonder how he got into the industry but that's what he's known for which really, qualifies him for a type three D-lister but for a lot of people, he could be any of the other categories as well. He looked JUST like he does when he does interviews on television (see how careful I was when I worded that? :) Seriously, don't judge.) which is old and gross and frankly, a little bit evil. Can you hear me talking really excitedly and fast? I was - hence the run-on sentences! Sorry.

So there I was, surrounded my new missionaries, recognizing an old man who is known for being gross and a porn star and I didn't know what to do! Do I ask him for his autograph and give it to someone as a really funny but inappropriate joke or do I go tell the missionaries that there is a man by the wall that needs a serious talking to? I stood for for literally 2 minutes debating and then realized how ridiculous this quandary was and went through security. As I sat and waited to board the plane, I laughed to myself about my little debacle and how flustered I got. Man that was funny, but maybe only to me.