"...then, i partied with Pauly Shore!"

two days of the last weekend were spent visiting Lenny at the Hilton hotel in Pittsburgh, which he was staying at during a Christian conference he was attending. apparently, the same Hilton was temporarily housing a one Pauly Shore, one of Hollywood's brightest stars, and a master of the art of film. as i stood in the lobby, i caught sight of him, strolling between Christian teenagers with a friend of his. nobody payed him any attention.

except me.

"Pauly Shore!" i gasped, grabbing Keith's shoulder and running (Keith and i had discussed Pauly Shore just one night beforehand.) we rushed after him, weaving between squealing teenagers and old men. as if by fate, Pauly peered over his shoulder. he looked right at me, into my eyes. i did the 'gun', that move where you make a gun with your fingers, point it at someone and 'click' it, while winking. he accepted the notion, and nodded at me. then he looked at Keith, and was immediately whisked through the double glass doors.

then we made up all sorts of scenarios in which we hung out with and partied with Pauly Shore.

also, i just found out that my pap is probably going to die in an hour or two, which kind of sucks.