As we were getting ready to move to LA, people kept asking us what celebrities we were looking forward to seeing on the street.
Being a nerd, I was only really excited to meet nerd celebrities and writers nobody has ever heard of. And Tina Fey, she being the queen of all nerd-dom. But she works in New York and I already met her there once, so the biggest name on my celebrity list had already been scratched out.
Rhianwen, on the other hand, only cared about seeing one person in LA: Larry David.

He, of course, created “Seinfeld” and “Curb Your Enthusiasm,” and is an all-around curmudgeonly guy. He’s a little old, doesn’t come off as very nice and is not particularly attractive in any way. Why does Rhianwen want to meet him? Other than his comedic genius, I couldn’t really tell you why she’s so interested. But does it help you to know that the other celebrity Rhianwen would die to meet lives in New York and is named Fran Drescher? There’s a definite love for the New York Jew going on there.
Anyways, Rhianwen was crossing Ventura Boulevard yesterday, minding her own business, when who should roll up in his car but Larry David. Rhi says she had to look twice to make sure it was him, but there he was, stopped at a light in a green Toyota Prius, wearing a baseball cap and with skin that she described as “craggy.”
I told her she should have cursed him off, keeping in gear with the basic motif of “Curb.” But she was too elated to utter obscenities at the moment. “Something inside me kind of squealed,” she told me later.
Now if only Fran Drescher would move to LA.