Gropman's life on the F-list

by Brian McKim & Traci Skene on December 19th, 2005

Adam Gropman’s latest column, “Name Groppin’–From The A-List to the F-List With a Guy Who’s Unlisted,” is a riotous account of our intrepid L.A.-dwelling columnist’s close encounters with, among others, celebs like… Leonardo DiCaprio:

But here I was standing in the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf and I was FREAKING OUT. I mean, I was beyond trembling. My head felt as if I’d snorted PCP cut with borax. I was an inch away from catatonic.

At that time, Leo was arguably the most famous human being in the world. Titanic-mania was still sweeping the land like an emotional black plague. He was on the cover of every glossy publication in the newsstands. He was in every TV news show and every gossip column– an inescapable icon that could command a chorus line of agents and producers to dance at the snap of his finger and a Beatles-size army of girls to squeal and faint with one ten second live appearance. As unassuming, regular and almost goofy he looked standing there slightly disheveled in T-shirt and sweat pants that afternoon, this guy was by far the most famous person I’d stood within spitting distance of in my entire life. And I’d be damned if I was going to pass up the opportunity to mentally implode and experience an irrational momentary breakdown!

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