In which we are all starfuckers...

Westfailia was back in town for the weekend. So of course we all hit up the Tony's for some Friday evening fun. Two versions of a story, one true, one slightly more true:

#1 A friend comes over and tells me that Paul Sorvino is in the bar. Impressed that a recognizable actor is at one of my favorite watering holes, I go over and introduce myself. I politely ask for a photo and then let him be on his way, which was to be filming some scene, I think. We spend the rest of the night looking across at the bar imagining scenes from Goodfellas where Paul and Ray Liotta are beating the crap out of some shylock.

#2 Gimli-Akbar hobbles over and yells that Paul Sorvino is in Tony's. The Guinnesses and Jaegermisters tell me I'm in no mood to be putting up with bullshit. In disbelief I get up and stumble-shove my way through a posse of crewmembers to get right in the face of a burly gentleman in a dark suit. I demand to know if he's in the movies. He scans around with a panicked look like who is this clown? I quickly grab the nearest Asian person and make her take a picture of me and this celebrity. Walking away at the end of this 30 second exchange, I may or may not have said something about wanting to have sex with his hot daughter Mira.

Later, as we're leaving, a posse of people waited outside on the sidewalk, milling about, fawning over the brush with celebridom. One of my friends decides to yell, "Hey, I hear Robert DeNiro is at the Junction." Hilarity ensues as a mob of people rush two doors down to catch a glimpse of our bold face lie. Another polite evening marred by inappropriateness.

Photo to come, that is, if someone figures out how to use her crackberry...