Kathy Griffin is pure celebrity, with a touch of sass.
By Nick DiSandro
“Where’s my gays?!”
Where’s my Kathy?!
The new Seattle Out and Proud Social Media Team of myself, Jon, and Kyle, (sans our official tweeter, William), began the nail-biting wait for our interview with Kathy Griffin before her University Book Store signing engagement. The clock read 7, and one minute later, the ginger-haired comedian strutted in—slightly later than scheduled due to traffic overload on the Montlake Bridge. But she made it, with her requested water and sugar free RedBull waiting in the wings.
“Now, I will sign everyone’s books, and take pictures with everyone…but only one picture. I don’t do the whole ‘take a picture and check how it looks’ and then take another…” Sassy? You bet, but completely understandable: The woman had more than 300 adoring fans waiting for her, some camping out since three in the afternoon. That’s a lot of autographs—more than Bill “I did not have sexual relations with that woman” Clinton had to sign in his 2007 Seattle visit.
In 2006, I caught my first earful of Kathy while watching a late night televised comedy special of hers. It made me laugh my fucking ass off, and an instant fan. (Like Kathy, I love cursing in public, so get used to it, bitches.) Knowing that I was now moments away from meeting this iconic celebrity shit-talker had me pacing in the corner of the room, as nervous as a wet cat. All melted away with when she turned to us, face aglow, and said, “Are you my gays?”
Individual hugs were given to us, each one warm and genuine…then we got down to business.
To see the exclusive Seattle Out and Proud interview with the Griffmyster, click here.
