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This post is going to have a couple of purposes. As you know, yesterday was St. Patrick’s day, one of the greatest drinking holidays known to man. The TVgasm employees decided that we would get a little sloppy and enjoy the evening. We met with a few friends for happy hour, and after several beers, some green kamikaze shots, and plenty of irish whisky, the crew decided to call it a night.
I never go out hunting for celebrities, even those d-list celebrities that hang around much longer than anybody would have guessed. It’s just not my nature, and if you live and go out in LA, you will bump into people eventually. Last night was one of those nights. Our tale is after the jump.As we are paying our tab, I notice a couple of young women enter the bar, looking around for a table. They were none other than Veronica and Rachel of Road Rules and Real World/Road Rules challenge fame. I motion to let B-side know, but his famedar is great, so he already noticed. For some reason(read: whisky), we decided that seeing them was reason enough to stand up and high five each other in the bar. Little did we know that there would be a TVgasm story developing.
Making our way to the front, B-side noticed some jab from Paradise Hotel. For those of you who don’t know him, B-side is a very friendly guy. If he sees a celebrity and has any sort of way to make conversation, he will start a conversation. That’s how he became such good friends with Hank Azaria (drinking with Michael Vartan at the Belmont). I told B-side that he should chat up Rachel and Veronica, but they would probably show up again eventually, so why force the issue?
As we continued to wait for some of our other friends, I ordered four more Kamikaze shots. They tasted sort of like Ecto Cooler, and went down like Kool-aid. Then, by chance, a friend of ours noticed that a table had opened right next to Veronica and Rachel, which was all the invitation we needed to sit down and have a conversation. I am sure things would have worked out differently if sobriety had been the rule, but you have to make the best of what you have.
The details are very hazy at this moment, but basically what happened was as follows. I nonchalantly take a couple of pictures using my phone, since we obviously need to have some sort of record of the event. After waiting a few moments, B-sides tries to strike up a conversation, but Rachel and Veronica weren’t that interested. They had a couple of green margaritas and some nachos to take care of. Since he has nothing to lose, B-side goes in for the kill and asks “So, how much do you hate Tonya?” which finally got a response from Veronica “Let’s not talk about the show”. Since they are fairly uninteresting when not talking about the show, we all decided to leave.
Now, people know that I am not a fan of either of these two, but Rachel was actually very nice (and better looking in person). When B-side was trying to make conversation, she was annoyed, but very polite and understanding of what she thought were drunken fans. She also had another hip t-shirt that alluded to her girls on girls nature that read “Ditch him for me”[Actually it was "Ditch him for her", thanks B-side]. Perhaps they sell it at Urban Outfitters and it’s not original, but I thought it was funny. Veronica also had a vaguely lesbianish t-shirt which had me thinking if these two are now a couple, but I can’t remember what it said at this point. [Looking at the t-shirts they have on their website, I believe Veronica had the "I *heart* my pussy" shirt on. thanks for the info saving girl]
Anyway, I apologized for what happened. Rachel said it was OK, and not to worry. I apologized again, and told her that she shouldn’t have to feel like she is accosted anytime she goes out. She said thank you, and it of course makes me feel like a huge asshole for turning around and putting up these pictures of her on the internet and perhaps tipping people off to a perhaps budding relationship. If you are reading this Rachel, I am sorry, but my blogger ethics state that I must share with my readers. I hope you understand.
UPDATE FROM B-SIDE:
Okay, we’re missing some details here.
So J-Unit and I sit down, and I’m next to Rachel. Normally, even if I were drunk, I wouldn’t give two shits, but St. Patrick’s Day drunkeness is a whole new world of ballsy. You see, somehow I interpreted Rachel wearing her T-Shirt – which for the record read “Ditch Him for Her” — as some sort of message like “Look, this shirt is a play on my persona from TV. I’m going to wear it on this high profile drinking evening so that people remember that I am in fact Rachel from Road Rules.” Truthfully, that may have been a little over-analytical of me, but hey, I was drunk and for some reason I felt like she had quietly opened up the door for me and any other drunken fool to talk to her.
Anyway, I said maybe one thing to Rachel, but she acted like she couldn’t hear me, which is when I just went in for the “So how much do you hate Tonya” line. It turns out that yes, she really did hate Tonya. As J-Unit said, Rachel was friendly enough and we had mild banter going on for about thirty seconds, and not wanting to be a jerk, I subtly brought Veronica into the conversation, but Sista wanted no part of it. she leaned over and said with a really snotty voice, “Tonight is St. Patrick’s day, okay? Let’s not talk about the show.” I said ok, and she continued to emphasize why we shouldn’t talk about the show. With a big smile on my face, I kept saying “Sounds good to me. Let’s not talk about it.”
Veronica then sat back and looked forward, clearly icing me out of any social opportunities. With nothing left to say, I just laughed and asked “So, did you guys see Constantine?”
Don’t ask me why I asked it. At that point, I think I had just committed to being completely unsmooth. That’s why J-Unit and I just laughed at each other and simply left.
Anyway, it was good to see that Veronica’s real life persona lived up to her notorious MTV characterization. True, I was drunk, but I’m a lovable drunk. No need for the ‘tude, biatch. You could have asked nicely to change the subject. But either way, if you want us to not talk about the show, how’s about you stop going on the show? Maybe use that education from Semester at Sea and get a real job. I hear Supercuts is looking for a girl to sweep up hair clippings…