Here are the links to the other fabulous blogs:
I
chose the topic this week, and I asked the ladies to write about two people with whom you would love to sit down and have a
meal. One must be living, and one
must not. To make it easier, do
not write about any family members.
This
topic came to me this summer while reading a book. Indeed, one of my chosen meal mates is an author (though he
is better known for his other, non-literary work), and one of my runners-up was
also an author. The “winners” are
both entertainers. I’m sure this
says something about me, but I’m not sure what, exactly.
I
had a tough time narrowing the list down to one living and one deceased person,
because there are so many interesting people with whom I would love to have a
conversation; people I know I am not likely to cross paths with at any
time. When I sat down to write
this, I had two specific names in my head, but as I began typing, I changed my
mind. Twice. (I’ll mention a
few of the runners’ up as I go along, ‘cuz a girl can dream.) So, here we go:
Living Person
First,
I’ll just get this out of the way and tell you who the person isn’t. I’m sure some of you are thinking, Oh, she will for sure choose Jon Bon Jovi! Alas, no. There are several reasons for this. One is the fact there is no way I could
ever possible consume a meal in the presence of Jon Bon Jovi, what will all the
crying and passing out and general pawing and likely security
intervention. Then, too, as much
as I’ve dreamed of meeting Jon, part of me enjoys the mystique inherent in our
current relationship; the rock-star/adoring fan dynamic I’ve enjoyed for more
than three decades, where I worship him from afar and he has no idea I
exist. Who am I to mess with the
fragile balance of the Universe?
No,
the living person I would love to sit down with is . . . Penn Jillette. Most of you know him as the tall,
talking member of Penn & Teller, and this is exactly who I first knew him
to be, too. But many years ago, I
came across Penn’s radio show, broadcast from Nevada onto my radio in
Chicago. He worked with a Chicago
artist named Tony Fitzpatrick, and their show played on The Loop, as I recall
(it’s been more than 20 years, so I might have this wrong). I’d always thought of Penn as a
magician, an illusionist, but through those radio shows, I discovered him to be
an extremely well-read, razor sharp, foul-mouthed, hilarious commentator. I just love him.
Penn
won me over with a single sentence.
I don’t remember the context – maybe someone had called in to disagree
with him – but Penn said (I’m paraphrasing): “My favorite arguments are the ones I lose, because that
means I learned something.” Those
words stuck with me as I moved on with my life, particularly when, soon after,
I enrolled in law school, the training ground for skilled arguers. When I feel myself getting caught up in
winning versus losing, I remind myself that, as Penn said, success doesn’t
always mean crushing one’s opponent.
I remind myself of the bigger picture and the “win” attached to the
loss.
I
don’t know when Penn wrote his first book (he’s written several), but it wasn’t
until a few years ago that I stumbled across his written works. I’ve read three: God,
No!; Every Day is an Atheist Holiday!:
and his most recent, Presto! I loved them all. Each book made me laugh, made me
cringe, and – most importantly – made me think.
And
it is for this reason I would love to sit down and have a meal with Penn
Jillette.
Over
the years of my life, I’ve met and spent time with a few “celebrities,”
including two comedians. Both were
whip smart and incredibly funny.
But neither was particularly interesting. I absolutely doubt Penn would similarly suffer. I can easily think of a dozen topics I
would love to discuss with Penn, ranging from religion to politics to raising
kids to healthy eating to music. (Interestingly,
the one subject I would not want to
discuss is illusion. I love the
Penn & Teller show – so I wouldn’t ask and he wouldn’t tell.)
Funny
enough, I have met Penn, once. My
husband and I saw the Penn & Teller show when it came through Indiana, and
we stayed after to meet both men.
We stood for the better part of an hour in a crushing crowd, waiting for
our turn to say hello and to take a photo. I clutched my copy of Every
Day is an Atheist Holiday! for Penn to sign and the entire time, I wondered
wondered wondered what I would say to this man. Should I remind him of my favorite quote about
arguments? Or mention that I used
to listen to him and Tony Fitzpatrick on my little radio all those years
ago? Dare I try to have anything
resembling a conversation, given the hordes of people pressing against me? I wasn’t sure. But I was intimidated – I believed I couldn’t hold his attention for more
than the 30 seconds it would take to sign my book and snap a photo. And, so, when my turn came, Penn waved
his pen across my page (it looks like he tested his marker) and I mentioned
Tony Fitzpatrick. He smiled and
said, “I spent the day with him.
He’s a very dear friend.”
And then my husband snapped a photo and we moved over to the Teller line,
my shot at witty repartee gone, at least in that moment.
I
don’t know that I would fare much better if given a longer period of time to
talk to Penn, and I would probably stress myself out trying to think of
interesting and smart things to say (I will say this: I would not worry
that I would have the filthiest mouth at the table). But I sure would like to try.
Runners’ Up:
Former U.S. President Jimmy Carter; Former U.S. President Bill Clinton;
British actor Tom Baker; actor/comedian Mike Myers;
actor/comedian/author/playwright Steve Martin.
Not Living Person
I
sat down with one person in mind – F. Scott Fitzgerald – and ended up somewhere
else completely. There are
similarities between the men I juggled in my mind: both were wordsmiths, both drank a lot, both are often regarded as the best in their respective
fields. But the similarities might
stop there. Because, in the end, I
did not choose Fitzgerald; I chose Freddie Mercury.
I
hope I don’t have to tell anyone that Freddie Mercury was the flamboyant,
incredibly talented lead singer of the group Queen, one of my all-time favorite
bands. I grew up liking Queen, but
it is now, in my old age, that I have truly learned to love Queen – and
Freddie. I wish I’d fully
appreciated the band when I was younger, but I suppose it took the wisdom that
comes with age to see what I missed. I will say, in my defense, I was quite
young when Queen stopped touring in the U.S., much too young to see them
live. I liked what songs I heard
on the radio, all the classics – and Queen recorded many. But I knew little about the band
members themselves, other than suspecting that Freddie was gay (a fact
confirmed the day before he died of complications from AIDS almost 25 years ago). Thanks to my love of ‘80s hair bands, I
didn’t pay much attention beyond that.
What
triggered my recent interest in Queen, I cannot say (the ubiquitous PetSmart
commercial?) One day, for whatever
reason, I googled Freddie, and I found his bio info fascinating, and so I
ordered a few books and I quickly read them all. I watched documentaries – Behind the Music and several BBC productions, to name a few. I learned so much, and all of it made me
wish I could actually meet Freddie – or, at the very least, see him perform
live.
From
what I’ve read, the “on-stage” Freddie was quite different from the “real-life”
Freddie. The former was lively,
cocky, larger-than-life. But real
Freddie was more reserved; almost shy.
He hated doing interviews (which is readily apparent in said
interviews). He could party like
F. Scott, but he also spent a great deal of time quietly decorating his traditional
English home and dining with friends.
He even wrote a song for his favorite cat: Delilah. He was also hilarious.
Freddie
is said to have been extremely witty, like Penn, which means I would sit down
to a meal just as anxious. But it
would be worth it just to hear him call me “Dah-ling” (the term he used to
address everyone) in that lilting British accent. I don’t know that I would have an agenda, necessarily; I
would just want to listen. Hell, I
wouldn’t even ask him the meaning of the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody – he’d just roll his eyes, anyway, and tell me to
figure it out for myself. Fair
enough.
Runners’ up:
F. Scott Fitzgerald; Ernest Hemingway; singer Davy Jones; Johnny Carson;
Prince; actor/comedian Phil Hartman.
Great post and topic. If you weren't going with JBJ, I had Jen Lancaster in mind. Which two comedians did you meet?
ReplyDeleteI love Queen. Great choice!
I actually met Jen Lancaster in the parking lot of Target. She would be fun. I used to hang out with Dean Cameron in L.A. back in the day, and I also spent some time with Kevin Dorff, who was in Second City with Tina Fey and Steve Carrell and who then wrote for Conan. Both were very funny and very sharp. And nice.
DeletePenn Jilette seems as though he'd be such a great guy to hang out with. I think he's a great choice! But, I have to admit, I did think you'd pick JBJ, LOL!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I figured most people would assume JBJ. Don't think I could handle it!
DeleteHmmmm, this week's content shows a different side of you in an interesting way. How could any of us NOT think you'd be all over JBJ, literally and figuratively? But I get your reasons for why not and agree...it's much more fun to have the fantasy than the reality in some instances.
ReplyDeleteI'd truly like to meet JFK but I think I'd rather meet his wife Jackie, who took a moment to say goodbye when she died. I'd really like to talk with her about all the men in her life but more about her views on her life.
For my living person I think I'd most like to meet - wow, this is much harder to figure out than I thought it would be. Perhaps the current Pope, or maybe Paul Newman, or the Dalai Lama... Ok, clearly not sure. Maybe Clint Eastwood. Yep, let's just go with that. 😃
Interesting. So many people have suggested spiritual leaders, which stands in contrast to my atheist choice. JFK crossed my mind, too, but I think I'd choose Jimmy Carter over a Kennedy. But JFK Jr. ...
Delete