Well, Megan and I had a good week with celebrities. Not because we saw them--we've seen a good handful before--but in hanging out with some of our friends who are more into the Hollywood scene, we've actually both had a celeb flirt with us within the last week. Nothing serious, but still amusingly blogworthy.
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went to iO West last Saturday. We saw a few celebrities--the improv group contained Louis CK, Neil Flynn, and David Koechner. Good guys. Sitting directly in front of us in the audience we saw Andy Dick, Arden Myrin and Mo Collins. I was looking around the audience and caught Mo's eye. She gave me a once-over and a "what's up?" smile. She was a lot hotter than you'd expect from someone who could pull off Gina in 40 Year-Old Virgin, as seen in this parody clip. Flirtations or no, the show was a real good time, and it was great to get out with some friends and see the crazies on Hollywood Blvd.!But how cool is my wife? Let me tell you. I told her about it when we got home, and she was actually upset that I didn't chat her up for her number. She didn't give me a free pass, but she did fully support a phone number exchange. Wish I would've known! Ohwell, Mo was with a guy anyway.

Cut to Tuesday. Megan goes to do some filming with Tami on Hollywood, where they went out to record some impromptu dancing. Apparently it was a fun and crazy time that involved a great deal of rump shaking. The costumed people that hang out for tips were total attention whores and may have danced way too much. Already a fun day, Megan sees Ken Davitian, the big dude from Borat. You know, the one that runs around naked and puts his sack in Cohen's face. Megan looks at him and does a double-take. It catches Davitian's attention and he gives her a wink and a nod! Oh yeah baby.
Score one for the Robertson hot-o-meter!
Megan's footnote: I'd just like to point out that whilst my hubby gets hit on by super hot comedian lady, I get hit on by possibly the world's ugliest famous man. I mean really, we all saw the guy naked - the hair, the balls, the fat... ew. While indicative of our relative hotness, I am proud of landing a foxy husband who sexy Hollywood ladies would love to have for breakfast.
John's addendum: I think we all know the situation would be reversed if it was based on relative hotness. This is just a good example of what happens when one guy wins the flirt lottery and another girl loses the flirt lottery in the same week.
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Hilariously cool!
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