A little starstruck

Since one of the tenors here told me he saw David Duchovny at Starbucks the first weekend here, I've been keeping my eyes open in hopes of spotting a celebrity myself. I know it's silly and shallow, but heck, I'm in Malibu. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, as they say. This evening, Joe and I decided we couldn't take another meal in the Pepperdine Waves Cafeteria. (The food was decent at first, but once the junior high bible campers got here, it was all chili dogs and tater tots.) We loaded up the Danimal and went a few miles up the Pacific Coast Highway to Malibu Seafood for some fresh grilled fish. Malibu Seafood is a very causal place. You order your food, pick it up outside, and sit at one of the picnic tables they have set up outside. You can even bring your own beer.

So anyway, we finally decided what we wanted to order and went to stand in line. I had my eye on Daniel, when Joe leaned over and whispered, "Hey, isn't that Dr. Cox in front of you?" And indeed, it was John C. McGinley. I nearly peed my pants with excitement, but of course I didn't say anything to him because I didn't want to make an idiot of myself. I couldn't think of anything to say, other than, "Dude, what was up with season 6 of Scrubs?" and that would have been rude, so I didn't say anything. He smiled at Daniel, so that was good enough for me.

I guess I can say my L.A. experience is complete now.