| Posted: 14 October 2008 at 3:06pm | IP Logged | 12
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Are we sick of Tom's Anecdotes, yet? Too bad, because here's another one:
We were in Indianapolis on the Joseph/Dreamcoat tour (three years of my life, my friends -- shudder!). Coincidentally, the newest PLANET HOLLYWOOD was opening across the street from the hotel in which we stayed. Many of the cast were trooping over because several celebrities were in town at the opening party, including Chris Farley (they were rumored to be staying at our hotel).
A couple of the guys from the crew had upgraded to a suite that had rooftop access and view. Naturally, we all camped out on the roof, smoking things that would get me in a lot of trouble now, and watched the "gala opening" at the PH on the street below us.
Finally, bored, we went down to the lobby bar to have a drop, settling at a table in the bar's atrium. Within an hour or so, in through the lobby comes Chris Farley, drunk off his ass -- sloppy drunk. We start calling, "Chris! C'mere!" -- that kind of crap. And the next thing I know, he's leaning over our table blathering incoherently, drinking someone else's beer and laughing, completely "in character."
A couple seconds later, he stumbled away, staggering toward the elevators.
It was tragic -- he was sloppy and pitiful. He looked like he was about to lose it at any second, and not just the content of his stomach, but whatever health was within him. Sick -- he looked sick. I commented on it after he left the table. "He looks like he's about to die," I said.
Within half a year, he had.
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