Do you know the Kevin Bacon Game? It’s basically where you can put any actor within six degrees of separation from Kevin Bacon.
Well … I just found out at a dinner that I can put myself within two degrees of separation of Kevin Bacon.
We went to a “rigged” school event/dinner party at a friend’s house on Saturday night. I say rigged because it was an Auction item at last year’s end-of-year Fair and we had to buy tickets to join. But our hosts gave us the “heads-up” to get together a fun group of like-minded people.
At dinner we played the game, two truths and a lie. As the name suggests we had to give three facts about ourselves, one of which was a lie.
As one of the facts one of our hosts said she walked down the aisle alongside Kevin Bacon. Truth! Wow, she was a bridesmaid alongside Kevin Bacon. So, she’s linked to Kevin Bacon and everyone else at that dinner table are now two degrees of to the very same. And now, as one of my loyal readers, you are three degrees of separation from Kevin Bacon. See how easy this game is? How much fun it is.
You know we love Uber here in LA. I don’t know what the sticking point is getting it over the line in Australia but we are regular users–and lovers–of Uber.
In the last couple of weeks though we’ve hit a couple of snags. Firstly I had a little incident a few weeks ago which clearly caused one of the drivers to rate us badly. We thought we checked everything off with him to make sure we were all good. He said we were but between late Friday night and early Sunday morning there became a problem.
Now every time we’ve tried to book an Uber X the drivers cancel us. Now the simple job of getting an Uber is not so simple.
Then last weekend we came across some other unfamiliar Uber Ts&Cs. One of our friends decided it was time to go home so ordered their Uber. I managed to convince them to stay but the time I’d done that the Uber had arrived. So out I go and chat to the driver and apologise and ask him if it’s OK with him to cancel.
“Sure,” he says, “no problems. Do me a favour though and press cancel the job. That will look better for me.”
“Will that affect his rating?” I cleverly ask.
“No, not at all,” was the reply.
“Well not a problem,” I replied while pressing cancel. “Thanks so much,” I said.
About half an hour later my mate yells out to me, “Gwen, you owe me $10 Uber just charged me to cancel.”
And it was off, I was straight on the phone to Mr Uber driver and argued with him that perhaps he should have told me when he “innocently” asked me to cancel the trip as it will help him.
After going around in circles I told him I had a party to get back to but he wouldn’t hear the end of it from me.
Then a couple of hours later the same thing happened to us. We got the call to say our Uber had arrived, we said our goodbyes then as we were walking out the door we saw the Uber driver driving off. It was late so we weren’t lurking–we have been longer waiting to be picked up to go out as I finish getting ready or walk down our steep poorly paved drive. We got charged a $5 no-show fee.
What the Uber? We love you but it’s also possible for a love affair to go sour. I’m putting you on notice.
Top 13 celebrity encounters in LA so far
All the talk of the last two years in LA, and my two degrees of separation from Kevin Bacon has prompted me to list my top 10 celebrity encounters to date. It’s still bizarre to me that one move as a result of one job offer puts me in LA writing a blog about some of my surreal experiences–experiences would just reply, “Get of out town” to a mere 25 months ago.
- Going to my kids’ first swim meet and seeing Rod Stewart sitting on the Bleachers. Then realising his son goes to our school. After only a few weeks in LA…
- Saying about the son of a big-time pop star, “I would have picked him up and taken them [out], next time please feel free to ask me,” without thinking about what it means. To me, they’re just normal people and we’re doing normal things.
- Looking up from my mobile phone at the Golden Globes after-party and realising I was following Rhianna. Into a VIP section. And being able to be there.
- Seeing J Lo and Mary J Blige out for dinner at one of my favourite WeHo restaurants.
- Seeing dozens of paparazzi waiting outside for JLo on that same night. And posing for them.
- Having friends from Australia with us and apologising for the “dud” celeb-spotting night when JLo walks in. And gets sat across from us. Then seeing the look on the face of the Maître D when he realised he’d sat her across from me!
- Sitting in front of Sandra Bullock at a school PA (Parents Association) meeting.
- Coming head-to-head with Beyonce and Jay Z on New Year’s Day night in a narrow LA street. Jay Z politely reversed up the hill to let us through.
- Sitting in a classroom with Warren Beatty.
- Telling Taylor Swift how I thought she was a fabulous role model for girls everywhere at the Golden Globes.
- Seeing Sandra Bullock, Keanu Reeves AND Hugh Grant eating together at my favourite hip WeHo restaurant.
- Seeing David Duchovny standing outside a sound stage at Mr H’s Studios. Then thinking it was a look-alike.
- Seeing Duff McKagan recently all rock-starred up (ie like he’s just finished filming a music video) rather than “conservativing-up” his look.
I’ve had to stop at 13 otherwise it will just end up being a list of all my celebrity encounters! What’s worse is now my standards are much higher–how quickly you get acclimated (sorry climatised)! I’m going to redo this in 6-12 months’ time and see if it changes.
Enjoy your week, go the Wallabies to beat the All-Blacks in a nail-biting but “good-for-rugby” World Cup Final.
xx It Started in LA xx