I really want to party with Bill Murray. Leave it to Page Six to come up with that gem, but honestly? If what Bill Murray wants to do with his life is hop from dive bar to dive bar befriending trust fund hipsters, then I think he should damn well be allowed to. His offerings to the world have been many and grand with his acting talents (personally, his Wes Anderson films are my favorites). So let him hang around town! He went through a rough divorce and this is his way of coping. Shit, this makes me wish I spent more time drinking this past semester to boost my chances of running into him.
A depiction of how fun the scenario could have been.
Reading this article today was a funny coincidence, too. Just two days ago, some friends and I were discussing Bill Murray and the urban legend about him being insane and insanely awesome at the same time that is mentioned at the end of the article. Copied and pasted, for your delight:
There's an urban legend that's gone round until no one is sure who it happened to, or if it happened at all. It was late one night, a few years ago, when a young man was walking through Union Square Park. He suddenly felt someone behind him, their hands over his eyes. When he turned in surprise, there was Bill Murray, his creased face leaning in close. Bill whispered, "No one is ever going to believe you," and then just walked away.
