One of my favorite conversation starters is to ask people for their best celebrity encounter story. Here’s mine: A few years ago Woody Harrelson came to my college on a tour to drum up publicity for his new movie about biking or hemp fuel or legalizing marijuana, or maybe all of the above. My boyfriend and I went to his lecture and snagged a free poster on the way out. Woody had already disappeared through a backdoor when my boyfriend said, “I need to get this poster autographed for my sister.” I asked him how he planned to do that. “I don’t know,” he said. “Let’s go find Woody.” Keep reading »
