Normally, I wouldn’t say that having dinner with a famous person merits any commentary. Honestly, if I had to eat a meal with the Beckhams, I would probably take it to my grave and never tell a soul.
But some celebrities are transcendent enough that when you hear someone met, dined with, or even saw them, you feel a wave of jealousy creep over your body. That’s how many of us feel about Bill Murray, who has been a constant in cinematic comedy for the past 30 years. He hasn’t gotten cheap, he hasn’t sold out, and he’s always been really really funny. And cool.
How cool? Well, here he is at SXSW with RZA and GZA from Wu-Tang, taking over the bar and serving the drinks himself:
Not doing it for you? Fine. Here’s a story about him getting pulled over (drunk) in a golf cart in Stockholm and refusing a breathalyzer.
Sold? Thought so. Anyway, this reporter from New York Magazine had the pleasure, honor, and privilege of sitting down by the man we know by many names: Carl Spackler, Peter Venkman, Steve Zissou, ummm…Bob.
Here is her story. May her song never die.
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