I’ve written about our Parisian encounter during our trip this summer to LA, but she wasn’t the only celebrity we saw. If Paris Hilton was the supernova of our star sightings (or is she the black hole?), this other celebrity could perhaps be described as our white dwarf.
We are window shopping along Rodeo Drive when, through one of the windows—a men’s clothing store, I believe—we spot Jon Lovitz sitting in a chair, almost as if he is a mannequin on display (though he looks as if he is having a better time than your typical mannequin).
Up until now we’ve been staring unselfconsciously through all the shop windows at the pricey items on display, but staring through the window at Jon Lovitz seems a bit more gauche. So instead we cross the street and pretend nonchalantly to inspect some jewels in the window just opposite. Positioning ourselves correctly, we can see Jon Lovitz reflected in the glass.
Others are taking a somewhat less nonchalant approach. Two little girls, who look to be no more than 10, come running up to their parents, laughing gleefully, shouting “It’s HIM!” and dragging the stunned parents by the wrists toward the clothing shop. It’s a weird moment. How many 10-year-olds get hysterical over the sight of Jon Lovitz? How many 10-year-olds know who Jon Lovitz is?
As for us, seeing Mr. Lovitz ranks only 2nd in our list of highlights from our afternoon shopping in Beverly Hills. Tied for 1st? Sampling Sprinkles cupcakes, and recognizing the intersection they always show in the establishing shots on Dr. 90210.
