Pinky's Fandance - Woulda/Coulda/Shoulda Wednesday Edition

Once upon a time I came across the one and only Emilio Estevez while he was gambling in Las Vegas (I think it was at the MGM Grand) at some table. It was there, in that casino, when I had one of the worst interactions with a celebrity yet. Sigh. Amazingly, this wasn't due to Emilio in any way, shape, or form. In fact, Emilio was a peach. He was happy to sign an autograph for me (no pictures allowed in the casino - not that I had a camera) and to chat a bit while he was playing. Imagine my horror that when I asked him why his last name was Estevez and not Sheen, he said because Estevez is his grandfather's name (read: his real name). I'm sure the fact that my last name is the same as the made-up one his father and brother use was of absolutely no consequence to him. I must've turned every shade of red on the planet. At least he was nice.