Note: This past weekend was a crazy one that included the Squamish Valley Music Festival and a Lady Gaga headlining show at Rogers Arena. On Monday morning, various Straight scribes jumped on an email thread to swap stories and talk about highlights of the past three days. Vivian Pencz won with the following too-cool-for-school encounter with a true-blue superstar. It's not every day that Lady Gaga stops curbside to make sure that you're doing okay. Here's her recollection of what happened on Saturday night, in her own words:
Last Saturday, my sister Bianca, friends Sky, Steven, and I were defiling the Fox Cabaret's good name at their new monthly event Heaven. As the night was winding down, Sky realized that she had had too good of a time and lost her wallet. Consequently, at 2:30 a.m. on the side of the road, a little past the Fox, she cries and cries—partly because she was sauced, and partly because she needs her IDs for when she leaves the country in a couple weeks.
So Steven, Bianca, and I are trying to console her, huddled in a heap on the sidewalk. Hardly anyone is around. There's almost an eerie quiet. Then an entourage of black SUVs pulls up and stops in the middle of traffic, and we hear this raspy voice call, "Are you guys okay?" And my sister waves them off like, "Yeah, we're fine, move along," but then I look, and it's Lady fucking Gaga.
At this point it's important to note that none of us went to her concert that night; we were dancing to New Order at the Fox instead. However, we have all been huge fans since we were 19. Fuck the haters, her first three albums are brilliant pop music and she's an icon of our generation. Also, as cheesy as it sounds, we have friends who have been somewhat inspired by Gaga's LGBT activism to come out of the closet.
In any case, of course then we all walk straight into oncoming traffic like zombies, up to her rolled-down window, trying to explain the situation. And she is the sweetest person, taking off her trademark sunglasses to let us know that it really is her, letting us look at her tattoos, complimenting Sky's David Bowie pins and Steven's Debbie Harry shirt. I don't think our conversation went much past her making sure we weren't in any trouble and us blabbering, but we talked for a good few until her bodyguards convinced us to get out of the street (after we were almost hit by one too many cars). And then she drove off into the night back to crazy Gagaland I guess, helping drunk girls along the way and saving kittens from burning buildings, probably.
What are the chances. It was like something out of a Family Channel movie. It still boggles my mind that Lady Gaga would want to cheer up some random weirdos on the street for no personal gain, no press, whatever. I s'pose the moral of the story is, sometimes it's not a bad thing to lose your wallet, and some disgustingly rich celebrities are genuinely good human beings.