Friday, July 28, 2006
What happens when you plan accordingly and arrive at the airport an hour before your flight like everyone should? The flight gets delayed an hour. So here I sit on the floor of the airport in the 'A' line ... waiting.
At least I will be the second one onboard once all the pre-boarders board. I just hope the people already on the plane from the connecting city get off, otherwise I have prepared this all in vain.
One point of interest:
The guy who played 'Dee-Bo' in the movie Friday is also waiting in line patiently. Actually, he is sprawled out on some seats snoozing. I am so tempted to walk over there and quote some lines from the movie.
"What-chu got on my drink Smokey?"
"Shut up punk be-fo I knock you out!"
I did happen to snap a shot of him with the camera on this phone. I'll append it to the post later, since I don't think I can upload photos from this phone. How lame.
Sigh... another 45 minutes before the plane arrives...
'Dee-Bo' has already been heckled by some of the airport employees who recognized him too. Seems that his fan based is made up of only an elite few.
I wish someone would piss him off so I could watch him knock them the fuck out. At least that is what he did in Friday. I would have to fall into the scene and run over to the knocked out dude and say, "You got knocked the fuck out!!"
What have I become?
My intention was to be one of the first ones on the plane so I would be one of the first ones off. So who is sitting in the choice row where I want to sit? You guessed it. Dee-Bo.
Now I am not going to let him deter me from achieving my primary objective, so I kindly ask, "Is there anyone else sitting here?" He says no, so I grab the seat by the window. He was sitting in the aisle seat, so we had a nice space between us.
Now I am not one to bother people, especially if they have a level of celebrity-ness about them, so I pretty much leave him alone. He however wants to know what I do for a living, where I live, my purpose for going to California, etc...
So then I am dying to know what he is doing in Nashville. He says he is just passing through between movies and that he talks to children about God. I'm thinking to myself, "Is this the same guy who knocks people the fuck out in the movies?"
Just as I am getting interested in hearing more, this woman plops herself down between us. The smell of alcohol is heavy on her breath. Now Dee-Bo is obviously irritated. I start thinking, "This is it. He is about to knock this woman out!"
I wait eagerly for his fists to start flying. But instead, he tells her if this was a movie, he would have to knock her out!
I can't believe it! He actually said that. She either didn't know who he was, or she was too drunk to realize what was happening.
He goes on.
He tells her, after she still doesn't get that we don't want her crowding our space, that he will put her in his next movie so he can shoot her right in the beginning of the film.
This is all happening while people are still boarding, with the occasional passenger saying what's up as they recognize him.
Now the flight attendant is involved and obviously on Dee-Bo's side. He tells the lady that Dee-Bo is a big guy and needs room to stretch out. Dee-Bo chimes in that he is six-five and 265 pounds.
Finally the woman gets the message and leaves. Dee-Bo and I look at each other with relief. I thank him, we knock fists together and go on with our conversation.
I ask him what movies give him the most recognition, and he tells me Friday and The Fifth Element. I forgot he was in that movie. He than tells me he has been in 95 films, but the IMDB only lists him with 93. I tell him I have credit for one film and he chuckles.
I just looked at his imdb listing and he has over 100 listings, didn't count individual movies or anything, so some of them might have been tv appearances.
Overall, he was a great guy. He is very religious and told me about all the charity events he does for troubled kids. He was very personable and told me things about his personal life. I won't go into detail here out of respect for him, as he trusted me enough to share it with me. Plus, he is a big guy and I would not want to get on his bad side!
I'll give him a call some time when I am back out in LA. (Yes, he gave me his phone number!) Never know when he might need some software development work done.