Lea Thompson.

  

Like most people born in the 80's, my favorite movie is "Whichever volume of Back to the Future is Playing at the Time."  I have spent an incalculable number of nights blowing off friends to watch Marty McFly shred skateboard at Hill Valley's town square, and guitar at "The Enchantment Under The Sea" Dance.  Admittedly, the trilogy's 3rd installment blows in comparison to the first 2, but regardless, I will forgo anything my other 5,000 channels have to offer in order to watch all, or even fractions, of any BTTF film.

Moreover, I want a Delorean.  Not so much in a nerdy "Comic-Con" way, but in more of a "fuck yeah" way (though, those may be the same).

A few weeks back, when I was "researching" George Clooney's address for a post, I stumbled upon a very sexual nugget of information.  As it turns out, Lea Thompson (Lorraine Baines-McFly) currently lives just a few driveways down from GC's Fryman Canyon home.  Had I known her address during my teenage years, I probably wouldn't be able to legally get within 200 yards of her today, due to the amount of "research" I would presumably have done with my binoculars.  By now, it has probably become clear that Lea was the object of my affection (loins) for most of my life (AKA, I wanted to take her to "The Enchantment Under The PANTS" Dance).

Recently, while discussing my Clooney post with a friend, I mentioned how it was actually cooler for me to see Lea Thompson's house than it was for me to snoop around George's.   My friend proceeded to tell me that her brother randomly met Lea in '92 and "went on a few dates with her."  Immediately sick with jealousy, I launched a full-scale interrogation, with my iPhone serving as the scorching hot admission-evoking lamp.  I needed details.  She wasn't about to simply leave it at "went on a few dates."

After some back-and-forth, I deduced that the 1992 dates took place in Kansas City, Missouri. As legend has it, the brother approached Lea from the opposite side of a fence while she was jumping on a trampoline at her friend's house (presumably in a wet t-shirt).  Flirtatious conversation ensued and contact information was exchanged.  Sadly, the story was too odd and specific to be fake.

Though I didn't know if my poor heart would be able to deal with the answer, I had to ask "The Question."  I knew Lea poked her phone number through a hole in the fence on that fateful day back in 1994, but I had to know if my friend's brother poked his penis through the hole in Lea's vagina.  After several deep breaths, I demanded the answer.

Could my friend possibly have a brother smooth enough to defile Lea Thompson at the height of her fame and sexiness?  If so, could simply hearing about it decades later scar me for life and ruin all future viewings of the BTTF trilogy?  In the event the relationship was consummated, would I consider Lea to have cheated on me, though she was much older and we have still never met?  Though I found out years ago that Lea had kids, was I still foolishly hoping that she was "saving herself" for me?  Regardless of the goings-on in 1992, would I still smash Lea Thompson today, just for sport and legend?

1) Yes.
2) Yes.
3) Yes.
4) Yes.
5) Yes.

As told to me, the guy beat Lea's cakes like they owed him trick money.  Thankfully, he didn't do it in the back of a Delorean.  That would have sent me barreling over my threshold.

After learning all of this news, I am not ashamed to admit I was semi-comatose for a couple of weeks. Several days were spent in a catatonic state.  As you can imagine, all of my creative projects were pushed back.

And so it is.  I am currently on the long road to putting the pieces back together, which includes finding a new favorite 80s movie.  Fortunately, there are a lot of solid films to choose from.  Unfortunately, I had already chosen the best one of all - and now that's completely fucked.


Forgive the crudity of the article; I didn't have time to build it to scale.



You're welcome,


_Todd



         

A close call with Claire Dunphy.

The first time I saw Modern Family's Julie Bowen at the Studio City Sunday Farmer's Market, I was excited.  The second time, I realized she probably lived in Studio City.

Recently, I landed on a real estate website that listed a mother load of celebrity addresses.  Julie Bowen was on that list.  Now, if you'll remember, I recently visited George Clooney's house.  And, since I knew that Julie lived only a mile away from George, I decided to swing by Julie's house on the way home from Clooney's.  It must be stated that celebrity address websites are often out-of-date.  Thus, I was not certain if Julie Bowen even still lived at the Studio City address I had for her.

Here come he hijinks.

My g/f and I rolled by the address we had for JB.  It's a modest house with a black Toyota Prius in the driveway.  There was also a big black Cadillac Escalade parked in the driveway.  Immediately, I thought two things:

1 - She still lives in the house.

2 - She is either being picked up or dropped off by a car service right freaking now.

Due to some very thick shrubbery, the view of the house is only visible for a brief window as you pass the driveway.  Since we got a such a short look at the house, we decided to turn around at a neighboring property and do a second drive-by.  As we neared the driveway for a second run, we slowed to maximize our time in the short viewing window.  When we actually approached the opening, the Escalade was waiting at the end of the drive!  It was obvious to whomever was in the Cadillace that we were gawking.  The only question that remained was whether or not Julie Bowen was in the truck.

Did she still live at the residence?  If so, had she just been dropped off, or picked up.

Two hours later, I went home to watch Game 7 of Lakers v Nuggets.

Look who had just been dropped off for her courtside seats (presumably in a black Cadillac Escalade)...

George Clooney's House.

This past weekend, I went hiking with my girlfriend at Wilacre Park in Studio City.

One of the trails just so happens to end on George Clooney's street. To get back to our car, we just so happened to pass George Clooney's house.

I just so happened to get semi-erect.

Since President Barack Obama was on the property for a star-studded $40,000 per plate fund raiser two days prior, I was especially interested in having a look around the estate.  In doing so, I came upon another trail that runs up and behind Clooney's property.  Adamant about trying not to appear to be a sleezy photog, I kept my iPhone in my pocket...for the most part.  As we reached the end of GC's acreage, my girlfriend mentioned his satellite dish.  When I looked, I saw a small DISH NETWORK apparatus.  On sight, I admittedly lost 31% of the respect I had for the man.  The reason?  DirecTV has an exclusive contract with the NFL for NFL Sunday Ticket.  Thus, I know Clooney doesn't obsessively watch NFL football every Sunday like myself.  Then again, given the types and amounts of recreational opportunities as his disposal, watching unhealthy amounts of professional football probably seems boring (and sexless), relatively speaking.

As I walked the perimeter of the property, I was hoping I might catch George and briefly discuss the possibility of me referring him to DirecTV.  For, if he were to accept, we would both receive a $100 credit to our respective accounts.  I can't speak for him, but I could really use the money.

I also had a moderately funny discourse planned about a fake screenplay of mine I wanted him to read.

Alas, we never came face-to-beautiful-face.

As I walked away from George's house (I call him "George"), I started to think about the very thorough tour he gave to CBS' "Person to Person" back in February.




Then, I added to that the highly-publicized fund-raiser Clooney hosted for President Obama last Thursday night.  I came up with a conspiracy theory about how he used all of the publicity to showcase the home because he plans to put it on the market this Summer.  Given how much his home has been on TV and the internet lately, he would make a Madoff.  When it goes on the market, remember that I wrote this.

[Industry note:  George Clooney's Studio City, CA home was previously owned by Stevie Nicks.  There may not be a cooler two previous owners of a home in all of the world.  Shout to Fleetwood Mac.  I still bang "Dreams" at least twice a week.]  

Clooney is one smart son-of-a-bitch that is obviously operating on a level light years away from the rest of us.  But, this is not news.


You're welcome,


_Todd


Todd is a freelance stalker from Los Angeles who lives 2.7 miles from George Clooney.