2006-08-03 - 8:46 p.m.

Tomorrow is my last day at the TV production company. As a special send-off treat, I got to accompany two attorneys to the Paramount lot to partake in the taping of America’s Got Talent. It was fun. We got fancy passes that meant we could wander around backstage among the jugglers and Celtic Breezers, eating free Cheetos. We watched the show on a special VIP monitor with about 10 other suit-wearing people.

Tonight happened to be a very special America’s Got Talent because David Hasslehoff closed out the show with a live musical performance, complemented by his scantily-clad Hoffettes! Kit was also on stage. Throughout his performance, I couldn’t stop giggling and cracking jokes about The Hoff with one of the snarky attorneys. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the suit-wearing, middle-aged Jewish man sitting next to me (who could totally hear our conversation, to be sure) was enthusiastically mouthing the words and clapping whenever Hoff did something snazzy. I thought it was odd for this man to be such a Hasslehoff fan, but I carried on with my funmaking. Well, wouldn’t you just know it, after the show, someone introduced me to him. He was The Hoff’s agent.

Oops. I felt bad for a minute, but how could I have known? And how could I not hassle The Hoff? Honestly.

And now, here he is, straight from my shitty camera phone, looking as if he peed himself…The Hoff:

The shiny-suit gentleman in the foreground on the left is Regis Philbin.

 

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