“Unforgettable Moments: The Jaw-Dropping Celebrity Encounters That Left Fans Speechless!”
I called out to him and we approached and spoke with him for a minute or two while he graciously listened to my drunken expressions of admiration and confirmed the rumours of his early departure were true. He shook my and then Chuck’s hand and we parted ways.
As we sat in the car, Chuck asked, “who was that.” “That was Shaq,” I replied. “OK, who’s Shaq,” Chuck asked. I explained that he was likely the next #1 pick for the NBA draft (spoiler alert: he was). “Oh, cool. Some of my buddies like basketball. I’ll have to tell them I met him.”
About eight years later I found myself living in Baltimore which was Chuck’s hometown and tracked him down to catch up. During the course of our visit, I asked him if he remembered that night and the basketball player we’d run into. He recounted the fun we’d had and then asked, “yeah, who was that again?” I told him and after about five seconds of stunned silence, he exclaimed , “are you f—in’ kidding me?!?” By 2000, I’m pretty sure there wasn’t a person in the entire country who didn’t know of Shaquille O’Neal.
My husband used to work for a large car dealership and he won a trip for two to a resort in Mexico. On the flight home, we happened to be seated in the front of coach class immediately behind the first class area. We noticed that some passengers seemed to be making a big deal about a young blond woman in first class. I saw one person ask her to sign a magazine before they were ushered back to coach by the flight attendant. I asked my husband if he thought that perhaps she was a model, and I remember him saying that he thought her nose was too big to be a model. From our vantage point we could see that she was with a rather scruffy looking guy in a tee-shirt, faded jeans, and a backwards baseball cap. I remember thinking they seemed like an oddly matched pair. When we landed in the US, of course first class were allowed to get off the plane first, and we were the first after them and followed them all the way to baggage claim. They had a small entourage with them. When we finally got home I happened to turn on the TV and called to my husband “you are not going to believe who is on the television! The couple on the plane!” It was Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey when they had that show called Newlyweds. I had heard of Jessica Simpson, but obviously did not know her by sight.
Two friends and I, (male, female), took a spur of the moment trip to Las Vegas. We were supposed to go water skiing for a couple days, but a storm blew in, cancelling our plans. Since we had all scheduled a couple weekdays off of work for this, we shifted gears and decided to fly to Las Vegas instead. I had been there once before, and my friends had never been. This was back when Southwest Airlines ran a promotion called “Friends Fly Free”, which was the motivator; cheap airfare. We had no hotel reservations, figuring we would probably party all night, and then find a hotel pool to lounge at the next day.
We arrived in LV at about 9pm, and went straight to the main strip. Walked through some of the big casinos pulling a few slots along the way, and asked around about which nightclubs were the best. We ended up at one which didn’t disappoint, and danced and drank until the night sky started to lighten. We left and stumbled through a nearby casino at about 5am. It was actually eerily quiet at that time, with some gamers around, but mostly workers. My friends and I were all pretty buzzed as we wandered past some blackjack tables. Most were empty, but there was one table with a few players, and 2 open seats. I said to my friends that I needed to sit down, so I was going to go play black jack. My feet were k*lling me, from hours of walking and dancing in high heels, and I needed to give them a rest. I asked my friend Ted to come with me, but for some reason he wouldn’t approach the table with me. I was confused, but went ahead. My two friends stayed back, standing there watching me.
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