We’d like to thank Ray Bolognone for sharing this story.
This was back around 2001-2002; I was at the Bay course in Kapalua Maui at a golf outing and, low and behold, saw Bill Murray teeing off on #1. So I followed Bill, along with maybe 20 other people. He was wearing his typical Bill Murray golf attire, shorts, baggy shirt, and a hat that had openings on both sides. His hair was sticking out of both sides.
A few holes in, Bill noticed a wedding taking place at the chapel off of the 3rd hole. Bill said, “Look a wedding – I think we’re all invited”. So we all followed Bill over to the wedding. The wedding guests, who happened to be Japanese, were are all outside the chapel taking pictures. Continue reading
We’d like to thank Owen Malbec for this story.
I was married on May 26, 1990 at the Garrison Golf & Country Club in Garrison, NY. Bill Murray was playing golf that day and, although we didn’t meet him, the club person that was our organizer got Bill to autograph one of our matchbooks (a lot of people still smoked in 1990!)
As it happens, John John Kennedy had played the day before and signed the guest book “John John Kennedy”. Not to be outdone, Bill therefore signed our matchbook “Bill Bill Murray” and even wrote out “10% off all marital aids”! We still have it somewhere and I often end up telling this story. Maybe he’ll send us a card for our 25th next May!
We’d like to thank Adam Smeaton for sharing this story.
In 1998, I packed my life into my Nissan 240SX and hit the road to California with dreams of becoming a rock star. My brother Josh was cool enough to make the cross country drive with me. It was an exciting trip, with America whizzing past me and visions of my new life in Los Angeles firing through my synapses.
The second day we were in L.A., we went to the In-N-Out Burger on Sunset. (There’s a rule that all new arrivals have to go there). Right when we sat down with our food, Josh did a double take. He finally leaned forward and whispered, “That’s Bill Murray.” Of course Josh was so excited that it was more like a shout straining with the hoarseness of a whisper. Continue reading
We’d like to thank Brad Freeman for sharing this story.
It must have been sometime in early January of 2008 that I traveled to Reykjavík, Iceland for an international Judo tournament. Being there for a competition rather than on holiday, I had the pleasure of seeing little else in Iceland outside the hotel and tournament arenas. I was in the best shape of my life, and at 5 feet 11 inches tall, I was competing at a very slender 145lbs.
One late night in the hotel, I found myself in a small sauna trying to shed water-weight for next morning’s weigh-ins. I must have been in the hot wooden room for a couple hours before a man entered wearing a towel about his head not unlike a turban. He took a seat in the hot box, and it took a few minutes before it registered that I knew this man. It felt as though I must have stared at him for a bit before timidly asking, “You’re Bill Murray, right?” He took a moment and then responded in typical Murray fashion with a “Yeah… that seems about right.” Continue reading