Is he that action star guy? No? That’s Jackie Chan? Well then I’ve got nothing.

I was in Vegas this past weekend for Right Online, an activism training event put on by Americans for Prosperity. The weekend was winding down, and I was chilling in the casino with some friends. All of a sudden, one of them started practically buzzing out of his skin, and it wasn’t even the ADD one.

My friend Duke had eyes as big and round as those of a kid in a candy shop, and in shouted whispers announced, “That’s Johnny Chan! JOHNNY CHAN!”

“Heh?”

As if I hadn’t heard him, Duke excitedly repeated, “Johnny Chan!!”

“I heard you, Dude. Again-Who?”

“The poker player!” Duke went into more detail about the world tour poker player winner guy, but it was all Greek to me.

Famous poker player was all I needed to hear. Leif is a big poker fan. I had to get a picture with this guy.

“Which one is he?” I asked my posse.

Duke responded, “He’s right there; hands in his pockets.”

I glanced to a group of four Asian looking guys, and the closest one to me had his hands in his pockets.

Having not an ounce or shred of sensibility, I walked right up to the group, turned to the guy and asked, “Are you Johnny Chan?”

He laughed and said, “Some people think I am.”

“Would you mind taking a picture with me?” I asked politely with a plethora of smiles.

“Well, you can, but you might prefer to take it with that guy,” he laughed and pointed to the perturbed looking guy across from him. A quick glance confirmed that he also had his hands in his pockets.

It was obvious the guy was not happy with my interuption. They probably thought I was a silly white chick that thought all Asians look the same.

I turned squarely to Johnny Chan and said, “First off, I’m going to kill my friend over there that told me your friend was you. Second, I’m not sure if this make it better or worse, it’s not that I don’t know what you look like, I just have no idea who you are. Third, my husband is a huge poker fan, and he’d die if he saw a picture of me with you.”

There was a brief silence that lasted about ten years. Then Mr. Chan broke into a smile, extended his hand, and said, “Come here, Baby, let’s make your husband jealous.”

Some Famous Guy and Me

The moral of the story: Sometimes if you act like an idiot, you get your picture taken with celebrities.