  I have forgotten to mention my deep and abiding love for the soccer star Michael Owen, which we will explore at a later date, but I have affection for another Owen, Owen Wilson, which we will delve into now.
Mostly because of his comic brilliance and wry humor, I find a need to...how to put this delicately...jump his bones? Yes, I believe that "jump his bones" would suit. Anywho, in the standard of the universe to put ridiculously hot men in my path, Mr. Wilson paid my workplace a visit this past weekend. He sat at my bar with a friend of his and ate a LARGE amount of food. Good for him. Nice guy, tipped well over twenty percent, and even didn't mind the minimal questioning I submitted him to (I asked him if he would be making another film with Wes Anderson anytime soon, to which he replied that he had just wrapped acting in Mr. Anderson's latest, due out this winter...yeah, we're buddies now). He's taller than I thought he'd be, and his nose isn't anywhere near as...odd...as it is made to appear in movies.
Did I mention he was a nice guy? Well, he is. And so goes my life. CELEBRITIES I HAVE MET SINCE WORKING IN SANTA MONICA Roseanne's boss from her show Helen Hunt GALE HAROLD Julia Louise-Dreyfuss some guy from some movies OWEN WILSON I have highlighted the HOT people...oh, and David Hasselhoff. But I wouldn't call him a "celebrity". Celebrities are celebrated. Hasselhoff is mocked. And his wife was a BEEEOTCH! 
