This post should have gone up about a week ago, but I was too busy doing nothing. Anyway, on Friday, May 20th, after leaving the Loews Georgetown 14 from a viewing of Episode 3, which was awesome by the way, I saw Jared Leto on M Street. You may remember him as: the barely literate guy who all the chicks swooned over in the vastly overrated and excessively gloomy “My So Called Life,” the junkie who got his arm amputated in “Requiem for a Dream,” the pretty-boy who got his faced punched in by Ed Norton/Brad Pitt in "Fight Club," and the white guy with corn rows in “Panic Room,” among other things. I knew it was him from the minute I saw him because of all the time I spend reading US Weekly in the checkout line at Safeway. Not that I needed confirmation that it was actually him, but I felt compelled to say something to him in hope of a response. I said “hey Jared” as he walked by, and he replied “hey,” which was pretty cool of him because he could have said “fuck-off.”
I did wonder what he was doing in Georgetown, though. He was pretty scruffy looking and was hanging out with a bunch of other scruffy looking guys – his band, 30 seconds to Mars, perhaps? Maybe they had a gig in town. Maybe they were opening for Russell Crowe’s 30 Odd Foot of Grunt or worse yet, the Bacon Brothers.