Here we are in the midst of the hottest celebrity stampede to materialize in the Baltimore metropolitan area since January 2001 (when our beloved Ravens flooded the streets with hooplah and tickertape) and a sizeable number of readers may have found themselves wondering, “Did this page go on vacation?”
After all, with so many A-list celebrities right in our own backyard, the Baltimore Celebrity Examiner should be teeming with paparazzi-style video, star sightings, and enough behind the scenes gossip to choke a crustacean.
All things being normal, you’d be absolutely correct, except for one teeny-tiny detail. I’m about as far away from greater Baltimore-Washington as one could possibly be without manning the space shuttle. No, I’m not in a rickshaw on mainland China, but darn near close.
I’ll be watching the details of Barack Obama’s presidential inauguration unfold on a seven hour time differential direct from the Middle East.
You see, back in October, before anyone knew the first black president in America’s history had a lock on Pennsylvania Avenue, my family purchased a couple of non-refundable plane tickets to visit my daughter who is studying abroad. And as luck may have it, our trip coincided with – you guessed it – one of the, if not THE BIGGEST, celebrity draws this side of the Chesapeake.
But don’t cry for me, Seraphina. While Oprah Winfrey broadcasts live from The Kennedy Center, J.Lo and Marc Anthony play nice for the cameras, will.i.am debuts a smoking new video, stars go wild at the Lincoln Memorial and Ben Affleck camps out by the Reflecting Pool, this Examiner will be drinking it all in from a laptop on the other side of the planet.
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