Hotel employees are the new journalists. To wit, a thread from our favorite catty message board, DataLounge:
I work at the front desk of a NYC hotel. Last night around 10, Al Reynolds (yes THAT Al Reynolds) asked if we had any rooms available and checked into the hotel.
Star was nowhere to be seen. He was alone but who knows if he had someone meet him in the room.
What's the deal?
Oh, you KNOW what the deal is:
It was ribfest night at home & Al had seen about all he could stand.
Fair enough. Al does prefer Adam's rib intact.
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