Old story for some here but what the heck, eh ? Back in the party 70s I ended up at a very lame party thrown by someone whose Mom was out of town. They made the mistake of telling us that Johnny Carson lived in the building just a few floors up.
We snuck out of the apartment and used the fire stairs to get to his floor. We had visions of being invited in and maybe meeting Dyan Cannon (sp?) or one of his current gal pals and getting some autographs.
We knocked (can't remember if he had a doorbell) and waited and knocked again. After awhile an agitated man wrapped in a towel with wet hair and dripping opened the door. All I could stutter was "yu yu yu you'e Johnny Carson" and he replied "who the %&#@ did you think I'd be ?" and slammed the door and called security. We ran down the fire stairs but could not get back onto the party floor so we went all the way (30 or more floors to the lobby with security in hot pursuit). We were held for a moment, the party apartment was called and the innocent friends of ours and us were thrown out into the cold. Instructed never to return again or face arrest and prosecution.
We watched his show for weeks to see some mention of us in his monologue but he never said a word. Didn't want us to have the satisfaction I'm sure. Shortly after he moved the show to the West Coast but I don't think we caused that.
After that I've steered clear of celebrities. LOL
Strange but true,
Bill
