Lindze said:
I used to babysit Demi Moore/Bruce Willis's kids and hung out at their house numerous times.

I went to kindergarden with Rumer! Weird.

Another one: The video for Paul Simon's "Proof" was filmed in a couple different christmas parades, one of them here in Richmond, Va, when I was about a year old. No one knew this would be happening in advance. My mom stepped away from us to go get hot chocolate by where everyone was lining up to start the parade. She sees Chevy Chase get out of the limo in front of her and she freaks out, "Oh my god, it's Chevy Chase! ITS CHEVY CHASE!" Behind her, just in her ear almost, she hears in this very mock feminine voice "oh my gawd it's chevy chase, oh my gawd" and she turns to see who it is, and it's Steve Martin. He laughs out loud at her total shocked expression, and walks away before she can speak.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_002KDRoKM

I was at the Big Apple Circus when I was around 3 or 4 years old. For some reason a shit ton of rows before us and behind us were completely empty, and we seemed to be the only ones sitting in our section (the seats were assigned). During the middle of the performance, I noticed three men walking into our row, about 4-5 seats down from me. Then I started freaking out because I recognized the man sitting in the middle of the other two men.

"Mommy. Mommy."
"Shh, watch the show."
"B... But mommy... It's Michael Jackson."
"Shh!"
"MOMMY!!! But... MOMMY!!! LOOK, it's Michael Jackson!!!" Then I turned and whisper/shouted down to him. "PSST!!! Hi!!!! HI!!!! HI, Michael Jackson~!!!"

To which the mother fucking King of Pop turned toward my direction, gave a big smile, and waved back. "Hi sweetie!"

My mom finally actually noticed, her mouth dropped, and then I think it was either my grandma or aunt or both of them were with us and they actually noticed and their jaws dropped, too. I was really content and smug about actually being right that Michael Jackson was sitting a few seats away from me and waved to me.

Before I got the chance to get up and go ask for a hug or something (because I fucking LOVED Michael Jackson), him and his two bodyguards got up and went off somewhere, and within the next 20 minutes or so he actually performed a song at the circus as a surprise guest to all the circus goers.

I was almost a liberal, kinda... once...

Sorta.

Wait, does libertarian count as "kinda almost liberal"?