I know that you think your other blogs love you like I do, but seriously - who brings you stories like this besides me?
Evan and I were hanging out at my place last night. The neighbors were having a party, as they often do, and we could hear it in my room. For some reason I can never hear the blaring music, but it sounds as though the "clip clop" of the hot girls' stilletos are in my place.
I normally don't really like parties, but my neighbor has transformed his condo into a high end club, complete with hot tub on the roof and large granite bar. He always has at least two girls to every guy, and the girls are always pretty. It's tough not to like that party.
Evan and I stop by to say hi. I saw the faces that usually show up at the party as well as the two girls who had found their way to my condo the night before and tried to ride my electric skateboard. I chatted with my neighbor in the entrance for a minute when he said, "Tynan.... let me introduce you to someone".
We walked into the living room and two girls parted to reveal Mel Gibson standing facing them. I shook his hand, as well as the hand of the star of his new movie, "Apocalypto", Rudy Youngblood.
"I hear you have a swing set up at your side."
Everyone who goes to the parties hears about the swing. I guess it made quite an impression. I like it because it gives me something to talk about.
After explaining the swing he asked about my hat. This lead to a spirited debate about my hat. Everyone loves it, except for Evan, who tried to convince people it was hideous. Mel was on my side.
He was a great conversationalist. He never bragged, had really interesting stories, had lots of charisma, and was extremely friendly. I got the impression that he would be the center of attention even if he was a plumber rather than an actor.
We stayed at the party for a few hours. At one point everyone came over to my backyard because Mel wanted to try the swing ("I jumped off of a 175 foot building for a movie - I can try the swing"). However, when I set it up he declared, "No offense, but your setup is shit." He meant it in the nicest way possible, and talked to me about how it was a good idea but should be done safely.
I wandered back to the neighbor's to rejoin the party. I talked with Rudy, which was very interesting. He's never been in a movie before, but now he's the star of a huge movie, and is about to be catapulted into stardom. I've known a reasonable number of famous people, but I'd never met someone who was on that cusp of fame before. The blend of pride, anxiety, and confusion was fascinating. "It hasn't really hit me yet," he said.
He loved talking about the movie and told me a lot of interesting things about it, and the industry. He talked about being chased by a jaguar for the movie, about being in the jungle, and about how Harry Knowles is important to Hollywood.
After a while I decided to head back to my place to see what was going on there. Mel Gibson was on the couch with his knee against a girl's back.
He was performing some chiropractic maneuver on her. He wasn't faking, either - he knew a lot about it. He cracked Evan's back and she said that he was as good as any chiropractor. The girl whose back he was re-aligning was smitten, but it was obvious he wasn't interested in her - just in his chiropractics.
He left to go get a red bull (he doesn't drink anymore), and there was a silence as Evan, that girl, and I looked at each other.
"Yeah, so I'm pretty sure Mel Gibson just cracked my back," said the girl, starstruck. She went back to the party and followed him around like a puppy dog for the rest of the night. He would do funny things like sit in a chair with no adjoining seats to try to get rid of her, but she didn't get the hint. She would sit on the coffee table.
At one point some girls dragged him onto the dance floor and he showed off some really crazy irish dancing. The girls would try to grind and club dance with him, but he wasn't really having it.
Eventually I went back home and fell asleep to the arrhythmic clomping of high heels. What a strange life I have.
i am a huge huge mel gibson fan. i would have kept extreme "getting to know u" conversation going. i have always wanted to meet mel. i am a big fan. being the big star he is, i can't imagine him just fitting in at a party or hang out session. but i have heard before that he really does act normal and friendly around non movie star type people
Yes Ty, a precise illustration how the night played out...How glorious it is to be one of "the girls"! Great seeing you and of course your lovely hats!
P.S. - Loving the website...keep us updated
Haha I was one of the blondes at your house and the one that brought Mel over... Someone sent me your blog and Its great! It was good meeting you and Your hats are GLORIOUS!!!
"He would do funny things like sit in a chair with no adjoining seats to try to get rid of her, but she didn't get the hint. She would sit on the coffee table."
Hahahah Such a PUA thing to do :)
Wow. I would like to know what you eat in the morning that leads to such intriging situations; I don't really think that it comes from Cheerios though. Perhaps it's because you take so many opportunites to do crazy stuff?
As I mentioned previously, my gas got turned off. I'm moving soon, so I've been getting my house ready to be sold. Part of that includes turning on the gas again so that the inspector can make sure everything's fine.
At noon a knock lands upon my door. I open it and see a towering black man standing in the doorway. He's at least six feet tall, at least four feet wide, and is wearing a hard hat. A grin spreads across his face.
"It's the LOOOOOVEEE DOCCCTORR!!" he proclaims.
As you can see from the header on my blog, this is the “Official Tynan Fan Club.” Readers, I know what you are thinking, “Who the hell is Tynan?!” Tynan is a former pick-up artist, now nomad. He is also one of the creators of this blogging platform, SETT. I had the pleasure of being introduced to him about 6 years back when we were dating the same girl, his readers know her as Simone.
About a year after meeting, I had been on Tynan’s blog and read an entry about a threesome and midway through I realized I was Ariel. Tynan had written a blog post titled: Threesome? Part 1 about the intentions behind our meeting. I added him on Facebook, sent him a message acknowledging I had read the post and then didn’t speak for a few years. This may seem as though I was upset, but we just really didn’t have much to talk about beyond the botched threesome and Simone. Anywho, three years ago, I traveled to Japan and mentioned it on a Facebook status update and Tynan responded. He happened to be in Japan at the time and that’s how our friendship rekindled. What you are about to read is my version of what happened that day we met 6 years ago.
I had met Simone at a dinner gathering her sister was having at their home. Immediately, Simone and I hit it off and the night turned into a flirt-fest. It wasn’t long after that Simone and I were seeing each other regularly and I was being introduced to a few of her close friends. She spoke a lot about her “best friend” Tynan. “He is a pick up artist, ya know? He wrote this book and now he lives downtown. Yeah.” That’s how she really speaks, only, run all the words together without taking a breath. One Saturday, she invited me over to Tynan’s penthouse to hang out. I let her know my best friend was coming into town that night from NYC and I needed to fetch him from the airport. She said it was cool, we were just going to lounge around and she really wanted me to meet her “best friend.” See, I didn’t know Simone was Tynan's girlfriend.
When we got to Tynan’s apartment, she knocked on the door and a small waify looking dude with a sequined hat answered. “Hey baby!” She hugged and kissed him and I followed suit, “Hey baby!” I always mocked Simone’s affections towards others because it came off contrived but it was also one of the reasons I liked her and why everyone else did, too. It was immediately awkward. Tynan struggled to make eye contact, I struggled to talk about anything interesting and Simone struggled to make it better. I planted myself on the couch and looked around as Tynan clicked away on his computer. I thought maybe he was just working because the apartment was located downtown and was gigantic, the money had to be coming from somewhere. So, I continued to sit in silence.