| Many years ago a couple of buddies and I were at a nightclub in Aspen Colorado in the summertime. After a while, John Travolta came in with a couple friends and sat down at a booth nearby. It was a large L-shaped floor space, and we were in the smaller room in back to the side of the long main room. To use the ladies room, you had to come to our side room, and then go downstairs. Within minutes, there was a line of 30-40 women from all over the nightclub that all had "to go" as an excuse to see the actor. As they walked by, they all shot a quick glance at the actor, both coming and going, but since everyone was trying to be cool, no one did more than that, except for one lady that apparently knew him and sat down with him for a few minutes. Of course, everyone was hoping to see him dance, but that ended up not happening. After a while, the fervor quieted down most of the way, and folks mostly went back to their own doings. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and it was John, asking me if a sweater that apparently fell off the back of a chair at the table next to mine, was mine. Part of me thought of saying "Oh you are John Travolta can I have your autograph!" The other part of me said just be cool, which won out. Besides, he had just finished doing Grease, and I hated disco. I simply said "No," he set the sweater down, and left. Not exactly a joke, but utterly true, and I think, funny. |
