amy poehler's open letter to all the hoohah flashers

the rev

i had a mini-celeb run-in this past weekend. no, i did not have my arms around Cisco Adler all weekend long in Chicago
(he doesn't even have the wear the "Jesus Is My Homeboy" shirt, he's got the Surfer Jesus look down)

and no i did not go to enclave in Chicago and try and get into Adrien Grenier's VIP (he was at enclave playing with his band the Honey Bears)

and no i did not go to reserve for the Maxim Hot 100 party trying to look hot and look for celebs, but none showed up



...but HELL YES did i brush shoulders with the mighty activist himself, the Reverand Jesse Jackson!

can i get a hell yea...yeaaaaaaaaaaa? i was at east bank working out with my boyfriend and whom do i see as i walk up the stairs to the locker room? the rev! he kind of looked at me like "white girl, i know you know me. just let me by." yup, the time passed, it was probably about 3.5 seconds that it lasted. but i imagine if i would have said hi to the Rev he would have been like "well hello young white woman. good day." and then i would have just probably not said a word.

yup, that was my excitement this weekend.