Well, I happen to be a scientist. And until the last few years, pretty much everyone I knew was one too.
I have met quite a few of recently famous ones. Or at least the people you tend to see on "The Discovry Channel" and the like. Some of them I'd rather not know. Scientists are just people, you know. People who can speak in complete sentences and do math.
Pretty much every time a group of scientists meet each other for the first time, there is a ritual butt-sniffing type of activity which involves a long, detailed, but ultimately pointless debate on how to properly calculate the respective resolutions of phone cameras and telescopes. Or the Gibbs Free Energy of Snickers bars. Or something else which looses all relevance after the first decimal point (though of course, for form, one goes for fourteen.) You know... When nerdiosity is more dominant than biceps.
Some of the best money I've ever spent was sitting quietly at a table of Nobel laureates and/or NASA old-timers, saying little, but buying bottle after bottle of wine. (I swam in those circles for a little while, in the mid-90's. Hell, I still have some of their phone numbers.)
I think I would have liked to have gotten drunk with Peter Mitchell, Richard Feynman, and J Harlen Bretz, just off the top of my head.