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?
When I was younger, I loved playing on swings. My best friend Ryan and I would spend all of recess on the swings, making up new tricks and seeing who could jump further. Eventually it got to the point where ankles were being sprained and we had both perfected the backflip off the swing.
Now, many years later, I still love swinging despite encountering fewer opportunities to do it. One of the distinctive features at my new building is a large metal terrace hanging over the rooftop patio. Since moving in I've wanted to build a swing on it so that I could swing over the edge of the building.
I'm not sure why, but yesterday inspiration struck and I decided that it would be that day I built my swing. Evan and Jonah were with me. Evan was upset by the idea, worried that I might die. Jonah was also eager to swing, and helped me assure Evan that I did stuff like this all the time, and that I wouldn't die. She wasn't wholly convinced.
If you haven't read my first post, "Beady Blue Eyes," I suggest you look through that first, as this is the second installment and will make much more sense if you do so.
I texted Beady Blue Eyes when I was home for Christmas. I wanted to get some sort of closure since we stopped talking cold-turkey five months ago. I told him I wanted to hang out and catch up. With a minimal amount of persuasion, he agreed to take me on a drive like he used to do.
He picked me up at my mom's house. We drove and talked, parked and talked, for four hours. We talked about our "relationship" and other things. Random things. Politics, knee caps, icicles.
Then after a long pause he said, "I feel like that five months never happened. Like we picked up right where we were." After I agreed he said, "And it's weird because I keep thinking I should kiss you 'cause..."
"That's what feels natural," I finished for him.