A Wham! of Humiliation

After they stopped at one point to watch some street card players, my agitated friend said to them, "Look, can we please get your autograph now? We've been following you for a while, and we're going to a movie."

When I was about 15 years old, I stood on Fifth Ave. in New York opposite St. Patrick's Cathedral, waiting to meet up with two friends coming in from New Jersey. We were going to see the Matthew Broderick movie _Ladyhawke._ While I was waiting, I saw George Michael and Andrew Ridgely of Wham! walk by me, and I froze in excitement.

When my friends showed up soon after, I told them that I had just seen Wham! and that they were walking downtown. We finally caught up behind them, and followed them for a good 20 blocks or so. After they stopped at one point to watch some street card players, my agitated friend said to them, "Look, can we please get your autograph now? We've been following you for a while, and we're going to a movie."

George Michael let out a snicker and acquiesced, while my best friend and I just about died—somehow she managed to get George's autograph and I got Andrew's. Our other friend was just glad to get the hell out of there.

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