Lover Boy Brandon (Walsh)

Around late afternoon I got a call from A.Star, saying she'd be down in Soho shortly and ready for our (hot) dinner date! Woo-Hoo I silently yelped! At last. Some time to catch up with my longest and closest gal pal, finally home for good from Laguna Beach!

"I'm gonna kiss ya, and hug ya, and squeeze ya and pinch ya Darling!"

As the clock struck 6, I clicked my mouse on the little blue apple icon in the top left corner of my monitor; Shut Down. I grabbed my things, remembering my umbrella as it was clearly pouring outside (nasty pellets being shot from the Gods above, remember?) and sprung out of that office onto the dark, damp street. Two blocks down and there it was; the familiar, cute, silver (whatever make) car I had seen in Laguna just a few long months before... Only now it had a giant, black roof rack gleaming on top. She had made it, driven a long way and now she was alll mine... well at least until after dindin.

I dialed her number on my cell as I approached her car, and she eagerly sprung out of the passenger seat and out onto the sidewalk, sans umbrella. We embraced whole-heartedly with smiles beaming from all angels. As the rain came down we decided to make a run for it and strolled quickly down the street to find an unpretentious and uncrowded bistro where we could catch up and giggle like old times.

As we turned the corner onto Spring Street we were suddenly bombarded with long trailers, colossal lighting apparatus and a film crew with cameras shining lights straight on in front of Ray's Pizza. Cool, I thought, Yet another possible celeb sighting to add to my growing list... Being away from NYC for such a long hiatus, A.Star was as giddy as a catholic school girl seeing a boy for the first time, and we were both ready to feast our eyes on the prey. However, we soon discovered, it was a little bit more the other way around.

We walked by in slow motion, our heads cocked dedicatedly to the right, our eyes committedly searched for a familiar face complete with the glowing aura around them. When we finally did recognize that prize creature, it appeared as though he had recognized us right back. Locking gazes immediately upon first sight stood Jason Priestley, complete in all his restored, barely scratched (and sorta...short) glory.

I turned to look behind me to find out what in the world this man could be gawking at, but there was nothing but the empty, puddle-filled street and a traffic light brightly lit green. I whipped my head back around to gander once more at the distinct face that had brought me to question. Fixed intently still he stood. I thought I was going mad, imagining things, until A.Star shot me a glare that could only say "OMG- I don't BELIEVE this..." We grinned widely at each other and continued past at a snails pace.

"Holy shit, did you SEE him? He was staring directly at us the ENTIRE time! Dude, isn't that man MARRIED? WHAT is up with that?"

Thrilling? ...Sure. Shocking? ...Perhaps. Trite? ...Um, from a celeb? ...Never. A.Star and I crossed the street, turned around to face him and belted at the top of our lungs in unison:

"Den-En-En-En... Den-En-En-En... ...CHHH -- CHHH!!!"

Then ran, and ran and ran... Until we were across the street, around the corner and tumbling over into puddles with hysterics... Gawd do I miss 90210...