My friend's wife wanted to throw a surprise birthday party for him, and asked me if we could use my place. I said "sure."
I never thought to ask how many guests were coming or who they were. I figured it would be mainly friends we had in common.
Well, my friend is a writer, and unbeknownst to me, he worked on a bunch of films back in the day and has kept in touch with many of the people he worked with, all of whom were evidently invited to the party. So a stream of bizarre Hollywood folks showed up at my house, including "Red Foreman".
Craziest was when the T1000 rolled up on a Harley. We chatted about motorcycles for a while. That was pretty surreal.
Thanks, but somehow it doesn't hit the same....