Some time ago I plugged a post there about encountering a particularly memorable celebrity while working a catering gig.
"You've met the greatest man of the twentieth century!?" I exclaimed.It was a good tale, well told, and if you didn't then, go read it now."Met him?" she said. "He flirted with me."
I asked, as soon as I knew who the guest of honor was, if I would be the captain who had his table. Do you want to be? asked D, who was managing the party. Oh yes, I said. Very much so. So she let me; not surprising, since as a manager myself I tend to get the head table anyway. And I was also the only member of the floor staff who knew who he was.That was good enough, but guess what? He's back.
Do you always remember the names of the people you wait on? he asked when I asked him by name if he wanted more wine. So I explained that no, I didn't, but that I'd waited on him at Stanford several months back, and I remembered that. I'm sorry, I wish I could lie and say I remember you, he said, but I can't. But the next time, I will remember you.Wow.And THEN he spent the whole meal flirting with me again! Seriously, the man is impossible!
Oh, you. Now I'm blushing.
ReplyDeleteI had dinner tonight with Snufkina/Varla, and I think we pretty much agreed that the next time, I just give him my phone number. He's a tiny bit older than my usual run, but what's forty-five years between sympathetic spirits?
Actually, I mentioned that possibility to your cousin J, and she was appalled until I pointed out that so much of really good sex is the brain. Then she relented.
ReplyDeleteIndri's Mom
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
ReplyDeleteAdmit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.