How I met Dave Chappelle
My boyfriend and I literally crossed paths with Dave Chappelle last night. The story of how we bumped into him is here, and the photo of the parking ticket that Chappelle handed back to me after I dropped it is here.
One minor detail from my end, in addition to the story... as we were standing at the bottom of the escalator bank deciding who would go first, I looked at him, had to do a double take, and as he was talking (I dunno what he said) it was pretty much confirmed for me since I recognized his voice. As I picked up my jaw from the floor, I stammered, “No really, it’s all you Dude.”
We got onto the escalator and I didn’t know how to play it cool or what to do — so I started bumbling with my Blackberry and twittered.
After I got off the escalator, Dave Chappelle called out for us and said, “You dropped this.” He put the parking ticket in my hand, and I was so stupefied and said “thank you” to him as he leaned in and said, “Don’t say anything; don’t say anything…”
Then he wandered off to meet up with his friend and I twittered again.
I have no idea what that meant by that, by the way. Granted, I’ve met bigger celebrities, but none on my actual 43People list, until now.
For the record, I did pay the parking ticket, and I did not actually save the parking ticket that Dave Chappelle handed to me.
I’ve met bigger celebs before, just none as cool or as nice as Dave Chappelle… who SAVED ME THIRTY BUCKS.
