I saw Mel Gibson this morning. I literally stood next to him and exchanged a couple of words with him without knowing who he was. His kid Lars (7 months old) is unreal cute. Katie and Alex and I decided on the spur of the moment to go to Miniature World in Victoria, and that’s where he was with current s/o and batch of offspring and retainers.
As far as I can tell it’s because the movie he started shooting in Vancouver mid July is having production issues due to haze.
Katie said “That’s not Mel Gibson” until 90 seconds later when she heard him speak.
If you’ve known me a long time, you know that when we’re talking about stuff that’s unlikely, I mention ‘and me getting smooches from Mel Gibson’. Considering that I was close enough to plant one on him I’m going to have find another way of describing an unlikely event.
Alex of course didn’t care, but he freaking loved Miniature World. In Andrew Brechin’s honour I made damned sure I showed him every toilet in Miniature World.
