The FPJ Epilogue
December 2nd, 2004
Apparently, I thought I had already moved past my fight with Freddie Prinze, Jr. and the subsequent argument with his wife Sarah Michelle Gellar. At least, I thought so until I ran into the two of them while working on a project with David Faustino.
Normally, you would have thought that the first trilogy of drama would have ended there. But my “good-friends” decided to keep hammering away at me. There was Sarah Michelle’s eerie phone message and Freddie Prinze, Jr.’s emasculating phone call/request. But then, it got quiet.
The drama ended. I was able to forget about it all. That is, until this morning when good WFME friend MJ vocalized one of his dream-team Celebrity Poker tables that, yes, would include the following players:
Me
Freddie Prinze, Jr.
Sarah Michelle Gellar
Misty May
Kerri Walsh
Just seeing my name sitting next to you-know-who (and I’m not talking about the volleyball ladies) made me choke on my coffee. What I had worked weeks to remove from my memory came flooding back like that really big wave in that movie about the huge tidal wave flooding New York City.
Nonetheless, I crawled back into my bed, pulled the covers over my head and cried uncontrollably.
Thanks, MJ.
No problem PD!
I just can’t let such blog drama go! I have to bring it to Bravo!
ps
I’m sorry you choked on your coffee.
pps
Holy crap, did that rhyme?
Comment by MJ — December 2, 2004 @ 10:21 am
Yo Pauly. I’m back. Not that you noticed I was gone, but whatevs.
I was most disappointed to read that you’re being emotionally staked by Buffy and her “All That” Freddie. Here’s hoping they come to their senses and apologize for behaving like children. Because we all know celebs are famous for admitting when they’re wrong.
Dude, if karaoke can’t bring you together, I don’t know what can.
Comment by Esther — December 2, 2004 @ 10:51 am
Dear Esther:
I have been aware of your absence from this part of the Internet for sometime now, and have tried to decide the best way to deal with such a scenario. As the author of said blog, I felt it would be overstepping my bounds to track you down, shake you silly, and demand your return.
Instead, I chose to play hard-to-get. I chose to let the lingering memories of me get at your inner being.
It appears as if it has finally worked.
Which just goes to show you — growing a goatee gets LESS WOMEN INTERESTED than just ignoring them until they come back for more.
Comment by Pauly D — December 2, 2004 @ 10:53 am
Oh, you hush now, Pauly. You’re giving me “the feelings…”
So maybe that’s what all my readers are doing, playing hard to get. Interesting.
And as for “tracking us down and shaking us silly,” it all depends. Like martinis, some of us like to be shaken silly, while others prefer to be stirred.
But you’ve got me back now. To quote Jerry Maguire: You had me at fights with celebrities.
Comment by Esther — December 2, 2004 @ 11:41 am