The Grand Budapest Hotel

the grand budapest hotel

Last night, I was fortunate enough to attend an advance screening of The Grand Budapest Hotel, Wes Anderson’s latest. The film stars Ralph Fiennes and, true to form, has an extensive cast that includes regulars Edward Norton, Tilda Swinton, Adrien Brody, and, of course, Bill Murray.

I’m not a critic or what have you, so I’ll keep this short and sweet – the movie is excellent and you should see it. If you’ve seen it already, then there is a good chance that, like me, you want to see it again.

Our Son’s Seizure

We’d like to thank Mike Rundle for sharing this story.

Almost 10 years ago while staying at an Embassy Suites north of Chicago for a one-night stay, our kids wanted to use the fitness room. A short time later they came back excitedly saying that Bill Murray was in there. At first we didn’t believe them, but they kept insisting so I told them to go back and just be yourselves; not staring, etc.

After about 15 to 20 minutes they came back and told us they were able to talk with him and he was really nice. He told them they could approach/talk with him, but asked that they leave his son, who was there also, alone. Continue reading

Prince Mission Impossible in St. Paul

We’d like to thank John for sharing the following story.

It was the Fall of 1996. As I was showing the ballroom of the Saint Paul Hotel to a group of five people for a future wedding, I heard a voice call out, “John, John are you there?” Wearing a black baseball cap, Bill Murray walked into the promenade and, moments later, he and I stood face to face. Graciously he pardoned himself, and then asked, “Hey, John, could you help me with something?” The group I was escorting didn’t mind being interrupted by such a celebrity as Mr. Murray.

st paul saintsStanding in the doorway of the ballroom, he came up with one of the most bizarre requests I’d ever heard. The St. Paul Saints were in the Northern League Baseball playoffs and, as one of the principal owners, he was staying at the hotel to attend the team’s final game of the series. “John” he said, “can you get a hold of the phone number for Prince, I want to call him and give him tickets to the game tonight”. As a true concierge, I said, “I’ll do my best”. Continue reading

At a Ramada Inn

Editor: Today’s Bill Murray Story is from Riley. Thanks!

Before I knew about this website, I just considered my Bill Murray story strange, but NOW I see the relevance. So, a few years ago, my dad took the whole family (mom, sister, and myself) to NYC to see his band perform. We were staying in a small Ramada just outside the city and it seemed to be pretty dead with only one or two other people in the lobby when we showed up.

Later that night, I decided to take a quick swim in the 4ft deep hotel pool. I walked into the pool area and who’s the only person in the whole room besides me? Bill Fucking Murray. When I walked in, he was reclined (fully awake) in a beach chair by the pool, staring at the ceiling and didn’t really pay me much attention until I made my way over to the pool stairs (trying to make this whole exchange as least awkward as possible).

I was about two steps away from his chair when he SHOOTS up, gets about three inches away from me, looks me dead in the eyes and says one word – “Jump”. At this point, I know there is no point even trying to reply so I just stood there in pure amazement. “Jump or I’ll push you in“. Still I just stood there so he shrugged and started past me when suddenly he reaches out and shoves me full-force into the pool. I couldn’t believe it! Once I finally resurfaced, he leaned down to me (still standing in the pool) and said, “You could tell someone, but they won’t ever believe you“.