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 →
Hey Guys, I wanted to share a song with you from an Austin, Texas band by the name of Basketball Shorts. It’s called “Peter Venkman” – a catchy little story about getting blackout drunk then all of sudden thinking you’re partying with Bill Murray. Hopefully you’ll dig it.
I was working at Blockbuster in the Poconos late one night. The CSR on duty was in the back getting stuff to re-stock the snack shelves when, all of a sudden, Bill Murray walked in. The store was completely silent, since I had already turned off the overhead TVs, and was empty except for the two of us. So he walked around for about 2 minutes and eventually came up to the counter with Caddy Shack and Ghostbusters.
“Which one do you suggest?” he asked me completely serious, as if he had never heard of the two films. I looked at him bewildered for a moment than said “Ghostbusters… it’s a classic…” He reached over the counter, unlocked the magnetic lock on the case, deactivated the security strip, then grinned and walked out of the store before I could even react. I ran to the door after him and, before getting into his car, he turned around for a moment and mouthed to me “No one will ever believe you”.