Mati, a friend from Israel, came to spend a few days in NYC as part of a program run by the Friends of the IDF. He had some free time last night and we went to Little Italy for dinner so he could see all the San Gennaro fanfare.
By around 9:30 were nearly at the bottom of a bottle of Cabernet, so when this character came slithering up the street escorted by a buxom (albeit unattractive) blonde, I thought I must not be seeing clearly:
But my suspicions were confirmed when the waiter gasped and Mati just about toppled out of his chair. "Was that really Ron Jeremy?" the waiter asked, looking both mildly impressed and mildly disgusted. Mati pawed frantically at him for a pen and the guy's notepad, then raced off down the street in hot pursuit, knocking over a fire extinguisher on the way. He caught the legendary icon at the corner, and came back a few minutes later, looking rather flushed, clutching a piece of paper that read "To Mati, Ron Jeremy" in a messy scrawl. Penmanship is not old Ron's strong suit, but in his line of work, I don't think it even matters that he's literate.
The conversation, as reported by Mati: "Excuse me, sir, I'm a big fan of your work. Would you sign an autograph for me?"
Now for the record, I have never seen Ron in action, so to speak (yeah, yeah, scoff all you want), but two girls in my practicum today confirmed that it's not weird to recognize him, so I feel a bit better about it. Mati has no such qualms. If he had flown back home immediately after dinner, I think he'd call his trip to New York a success. I'm left less delighted, wondering how on earth I'm going to top this when he gets back from FIDF functions and we head out sightseeing.
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