On a seemingly mellow Saturday September evening (Sept. 15th to be exact), my friends and I sauntered into one of my favorite bars in the city, the Monte Carlo. There were only 8 people in the entire bar (including my group of 4). After an hour or so, 2 older fellows walked into the bar with a few suspicious looking women. By suspicious, I mean escorts. By escorts, I may mean dancers. And by dancers, I most certainly mean strippers. One of the older gentleman sits right next to my friend. After 20 minutes or so, my friend asks "is that who I think it is sitting next to me?" The fellow wasn't fully facing me the entire time, so I could only see his profile and didn't instantly recognize him. Once he did, I could finally confirm with her that it was indeed who she was thinking it was: Mr. Mel Gibson himself.
Before they had walked in, the entire bar patrons and staff were witness to a strange fist fight in the streets outside the bar. My girlfriend and I were discussing the weirdness and Mel overheard our conversation and decided to chime in. His demeanor was quite pleasant and he seemed to be having a good time that night. We were describing the strange fight to him and he makes a suggestion, "I think you ladies should rip each other's shirts off and fight in the streets!" Now...let's not take this out of context (which I mistakenly did via Facebook, see below). He WAS joking, but considering his recent tabloid reputation...it was a bit weird to have him say this. We laughed with him, but then I suggested he do the same with his male friend. He answers, "Oh, I don't think that'd go well for me. " Ha!
I do wish I would have asked to get my photo with him, but I don't want to be that annoying person, so it didn't happen. My little gossip nugget also made our local paper's gossip section HERE. It explains why Mr. Gibson was visiting our fair city.
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