So, an actor receives a Golden Globes nomination, and all of a sudden, he thinks he’s a celebrity or something. Casey Affleck recently called a very booked-up restaurant and dropped his own name:

“Thank you for holding. Can I help you?”

The voice on the other end yells to be heard. “Yeah. Hi. This is Casey Affleck. I need a table for four in fifteen minutes.”

The receptionist explains that the restaurant is booked. That the reservations are booked one month to the day in advance. The actor insists. He’s Casey Affleck. He’s in the neighborhood. He needs a table now.

The receptionist recalls the name, but can’t quite place his face. Other than being Ben’s brother, who is Casey Affleck again?

Yes, well. It turns out that a no-show reservation had just opened up a spot, but Casey was told that he’d have to wait for awhile. Once he got a table, all humility disappeared when the server showed up:

[Affleck and posse] look up from their menus with Los Angeles upper crust disdain. Casey Affleck nods to the server. She blushes a little when he stares at her, all intense with his semi-famous dark eyes.

“Listen,” he says. “People usually send out appetizers for me when I come in. You can let the kitchen know I’m a vegan.”

Yeah, I totally cannot wait for this guy to make a Gigli of his very own. It’ll happen.

For Your Consideration… (thanx to Flea Ad Rock)