St. Louis doesn’t see many celebrities. We hang our hat oversized sunglasses on musicians like Nelly and Chuck Berry (which, by the way, I can’t believe I just grouped the two of them in the same sentence), and movie stars like John Goodman and…Brad Pitt? (Hey, he’s from Missouri. Close enough.) If I’m not mistaken – which I definitely could be – the last movie to be filmed here was a movie featuring Jessica Alba called Bill. Didn’t see it? That’s okay, neither did I.
But, the cosemetically-enhanced Hollywood Gods have smiled upon the city once again and brought us Midwestern women one of the finest specimens of the male species: George Clooney. Yep, he’s here, right in my very own city. And the women folk in this city? They are going CAH-RAY-ZEE! Except for me, of course. It’s just George Clooney. It’s not like John Stamos is in town or anything. No need to get all worked up over a small-time, semi-attractive actor like George.
Oh who the hell am I kidding? George has spent the majority of this week filming downtown and I have made more Starbucks runs in the last week than I have in the last two months. All I can say is, he must not be a Starbucks guy. But had I just been in the right place at the right time, I could have been the one claiming ownership of these photos:
(I don’t know who took these photos so the best I can do is attribute them to Mr. or Ms. One Lucky Bitch or Bastard)
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some Clooney stalking weekend planning to do. And maybe one more Starbucks run, just in case.