Well, okay, not really. I'm not an unnatural blonde who wears fake colored contacts, has rather obvious plastic surgery ("Hello, I'm Paris Hilton and these are my new breasts! I call them left and right but I get them confused!") although check, my tan is at least half fake although it's not the orange spray a la Oompa. I do lay out in the sun every week-end it's above 65 degrees in Michigan.
Martin's folks have friends named Joe and Wendy visiting from Trenton, Ontario. Someone (Martin) had the idea to take them out to dinner at the newest "Irish" pub in Hartland. We'd been there once before and it was eh, okay. The British Isles in general are not famous for their cuisine (Why do you think they all drink so much? So they don't have to taste the damn food!) Chris Whatever the name is that I can never remember Pub has a nice atmosphere, though.
After ordering our respective drinks and chatting, Martin and I repaired to the bar to have a cigarette. (NOTE: I was warned in a friendly way that really, I didn't need to blog this, so it will be very anonymous, really.) Right when I started to light my smoke, another patron said, "Excuse me. I read your blog!"
I knew the day was coming. I would be outted locally. I blushed like crazy. It was all good, though.
I love the internet.
I felt my fleeting brush with fame. Is this how Paris Hilton feels when she falls off the table, dancing on her freakishly large feet in those awful heels with her dress going over her head? Not that all the world isn't already her gynecologist, but you know.
Oh my God! She thinks she's famous! They'll be no living with her now! We'll have to get an additional queen sized bed for her head to rest on...
- M
Posted by: Martin | June 08, 2006 at 05:29 AM
How great is that feeling, Lisa?!?!? Having a total stranger (in-person, anyway) recognize you in public! Sorta scary, like your privacy has been violated...but, like you said, a 'brush with fame'! Admit it---you secretly loved it!
Posted by: T | June 08, 2006 at 08:21 AM