We’d like to thank Mark McManus for today’s story.
I was working as a doorman at the Fine Line in Minneapolis, on a night when EL Vez was playing, back in the early 90s. I noticed our girl at the ticket booth turn away Bill, his two kids, Ahmad Rashad, and some other sports figure I didn’t recognize. I quickly ran out the door to find out why.
“Hey, Bill. What’s going on?”
“Oh, this girl said I can’t come in here with my kids. They’re not old enough.” Meanwhile, Rashad is going off on how dark the club is. It was night, and he was wearing sunglasses. Continue reading
We’d like to thank Kevin Nance for the following story.
I used to work with a really sweet middle-aged guy named William. I was training him when I found out his last name was Murray and laughed at how funny a coincidence it was (as if Bill Murray himself designed the joke). He then told he that he had actually met Bill Murray before.
He was in a bar in Chicago and saw Bill Murray by himself, so he decided to approach him. William Murray, who is very soft-spoken, went up to him, and said, “Hey man, you will never guess what my name is.” To which Bill Murray replied, “Shit for brains?”
William said, “Nah man, my name is Bill Murray”.
“Ok buddy, I am gonna’ need to see some ID”.
William told me that Bill bought him a couple of drinks and had him laughing the whole time by making fun of other people at the bar, though he couldn’t remember what was said.
The following story was shared by navkat.
I saw the script for a new GB movie once – I was having drinks and wings at Down The Hatch on W. 4th in the West Village in NY.
Bill Murray came in and ordered a basket of Suicidal wings and a scotch, neat. He was carrying a manuscript under his arm, which he laid on the seat next to him. I wanted to say hello but I didn’t want to seem starstruck so I just smiled and waved my drink at him.
As the night progressed, he ordered more drinks and more wings. At some point, as is usually the case at DTH, with his hands covered in wing sauce, Bill Murray ran out of napkins. After a couple of halfhearted attempts at getting the bartender’s attention, Mr. Murray began tearing pages off the top of the manuscript next to him and using them to wipe his hands. Odd, but not altogether crazy. Continue reading
We’d like to thank Mike for sharing the following story.
I’m from Minnesota, but was at a meeting in Charleston, SC on October 24. After dinner, my friends and I walked to the King Street Grille to watch the World Series. When we walked in, we noticed Mr. Murray sitting at a table near the front of the bar. I am very shy and wanted to leave him alone. I always like to respect a man’s privacy.
Anyway, a few in my party had the guts to shake his hand and even buy him a drink. Some may have even shot a picture. I thought it was just cool to have seen him.
I texted my kids, one of which is a paratrooper with the 82nd Airborne at Fort Bragg, to let them know Mr. Murray was in the same bar as I was. My son Zach, the paratrooper, texted me: “Tell him ‘Chive on’ and try and get his autograph Dad, for the love of God… he’s our hero around here…” Continue reading