with some friends and spotted an acquaintance with whom I was supposed to have lunch next week at one of the outdoor tables. I stopped to say hi and he smirked and nodded toward the door. There sat Graydon Carter. I suppose that wouldn't be too unusual, except for the fact that I'd never actually seen him in the flesh before.
I'm going to continue to blissfully assume that he has no idea who I am, or I think he would have thrown food at me. A spray balsamic bottle or something. A t-shirt, perhaps.
If I see James Truman on the subway, my life is complete.
Posted by espiers at August 7, 2003 11:49 PMA glance, at the very least.
Posted by: James T. at August 7, 2003 11:51 PMor underwear! I like it when people throw underwear at me.
Posted by: delilah at August 13, 2003 01:58 PM