I couldn’t really call myself L.A. Mommy, or a Los Angeleno, without doing a bit of the old name-droppage. You see, we run into the “stars” all the time while living out here. You just can’t help it. However, it’s an unwritten rule that we’re not allowed to go Gah-Gah-Apeshit, like some tourist, whenever we see them. We can nod, smile respectively, but not stare (too long) or let our mouthes hang wide open. We can’t ask for an autograph or hand them a copy of your husband’s latest screenplay (no matter how wonder-licious it is!) We can’t follow them, take their picture, or go through their garbage unless you have your Paparazzi license.

Any-who, these are a few of the folks I’ve run across in my time here in town. Yeah, it’s a bit of “name droppin’” but it’s also for me, because years from now I’ll probably never remember. These are actors or musicians or famous peeps that I’ve met, conversed with, worked with, or have just seen on the street.

I know you could get better ‘scoop’ from Defamer, but maybe this will be my reminder in case my grandkids ask. Of course, by then, they’ll have no idea who any of these people are:

Victoria Jackson - (Former SNL star. She broke my cherry - she was the first celeb I saw when we moved out here!) She was charging out of a restaurant and mowed me over!

Dustin Hoffman - (picking up 4th of July lunch items at a tiny market on the beach in Malibu. And, speaking of tiny…)

Jeremy Piven (L.A. Daddy and I were enjoying a Henry Rollins concert at the Whisky a Go-Go and Mr. Piven was enjoying a cold one right next to us - this was pre-Entourage days, folks, so don’t get all worked up in a frenzy. He was still that weird guy from Say Anything to me.)

Henry Rollins - (I worked for his manager. Very serious, very cool, very smart, very funny. Wicked tats.)

Melissa Gilbert - (Laura Ingalls in the FLESH! I wanted to BE her when I was 8. Friend of a friend. I’m using one of her old tables as my makeup table in the bedroom.)

Billy Idol - (called the office once. I knew it was him, but had to ask “who’s calling?” just to hear “It’s Bill-ehh” and that snear-snarl in his voice.)

Ken Jordan and Scott Kirkland (The Crystal Method) - (Okay, you may not know these guys or their music, but… it rocks. And I luv ‘em! They were my buds.)

Clint Eastwood - (Yeah. Him. Shopping carts bumped in Ralphs. Was tempted to say, “Go ahead. Make my day.” Didn’t.)

Clancy Brown - (The evil guy in HBO’s Carvinale? Or maybe you know him as the head prison guard in Shawshank Redemption? Super nice guy in real life. He was my boss’s neighbor. L.A. Daddy saved his kid from falling in the pool at a birthday party in their backyard.)

Richard Patrick and Robert Patrick - (L.A. Daddy’s post-college roommate’s brothers. The lead singer of Filter and the Terminator in T2 among many other fab roles.)

Richard Butler - (Yes, I actually had the lead singer of the Psychedelic Furs, in my passenger seat, as I drove him from LAX to his manager’s office! Can you say, Isn’t she… pretty in pink!?)

James Earl Jones - (The Voice. Need I say more? We shared an elevator. I said, “Say it…” He sighed and said, “Luke, I am your father!” Just kidding.)

Lea Thompson - (I loved Caroline in the City. Didn’t you? She shouldn’t go out without makeup)

Lenny Kravitz - (So cool. So hot. Life was good. He just oozed sexuality. I think they have ointments that will clear that up now…)

Well, that’s all I can remember for now. Maybe some more will come to me and I’ll add on.

Who have you seen?