In my long awaited kickoff to another semi-regular column (?) er “blog”… I hate that term… may I present the “Burquewood Watch”. Is that taken? (Long awaited by whom?) Say it… “geek”. O.K. so not to resemble the invasive Paparazzi
(and I didn’t have my camera
with me tsk tsk tsk) let’s just say I saw so & so last night lurking about the big Q town. I now have a reputation to live up to as I was dubbed a "Nightlife Blogger" in the October issue of Albuquerque the Magazine! And in the future for the record I’m not hunting anyone or hiding in a hedge with a telephoto lense or selling any story to People Magazine. I’m just a fun guy to drink with in my humble opinion. He he. Hey movie stars… let’s party!
We are slowly (?) becoming a film mecca
& celebrity spottings are becoming more frequent. Having lived in Los Angeles for a number of years I know the cardinal rules. Maybe I made them up? But anyway, as I whisper to my friends in these instances… “Pretend you don’t recognize them.” “They like that.” They like to feel like regular people too sometimes I think. Plus we don’t want to seem like star struck groupie geeks!
I especially like the B-listers (blisters?) and non household name stars. Have you heard of my former blister rock star acquaintance Jeff Scott Soto
? Didn’t think so. So back to Burquewood and it’s surrounding municipalities. We saw Harry Connick Jr. in Santa Fe shopping at Christmas time. Not drinking. And I know. I heard he lives there too. My buddy Ryan was the stand in for Christian Bale for T-4? Again, not drinking. I just want to have a drink with you guys. Is that so bad?
So last night at Imbibe
I hung out with actor DJ Qualls
and a few of his buddies. You may remember him from any one of a long list of TV and film credits. He was “The New Guy”, and “Ray Ray” on My Name is Earl to name a few. I am gonna guess he is here wrapping production on a film called “All about Steve
”. He seemed nice enough, and quiet, and evidently old enough to drink. OK, I didn’t actually party with him. Er “drink” I mean… keep forgetting I’m too old to use the word “party”. We just hung out. OK, not true. They actually sat at the table next to us. False. OK OK- two tables down on the roof! There! Didn't even meet him or say hi. What was he drinking? Don’t know. Who was he with? Don’t know. He was pretty incognito with his hoody and unmistakable schnozz
. It’s too bad I was riding the thin line to a cab & heading out at the time. Hey DJ- raincheck.