You look familiar

Earlier this evening I went on a little walk down to New Seasons (local, awesome grocery store) with Dude and the girls. I don't know if it's because they're so stanking cute or because they're twins - or both - but Belly and the Bug get a ridiculous amount of attention everywhere we go. Really. People stop us to gawk. We're all pretty used to it at this point. Anyway, as we walked past one of our cool neighborhood wine bars with lots of tables out front, a couple with their own toddler in a high chair said hi to the girls. I smiled at the mom and I knew her immediately. Well, not really - I've never met her but I read her blog and I've seen pictures of her. I felt silly. I didn't say anything. We kept walking. But as soon as we turned the corner, I looked at Dude and was all, "OMG! I READ HER BLOG! How weird to just see her like that!" Dude thought I should've said something to her. I don't know. She writes a craft blog - it's not like she writes a personal blog and I know all about her love of SYTYCD or Buffalo Tom or something that I could also profess to loving. Then again, I do know that she loves to shoe shop at Imelda's (who doesn't, really?) and her daughter is named Pearl. But I've never commented on her blog so it seemed like I would REALLY be a "lurker" in the worst sense of the word if I said hi. It was like seeing a celebrity except they don't know that I know they're a celebrity. Does that make sense? What would you have done?


All of this just reminded me of one of my favorite "who is that?" moments from when I lived in LA. I was at a bar with friends and there was a guy across the room that I swore I went to high school with - except I couldn't solidly place him in any memories of parties or football games or study hall or ANYTHING. It was really bugging me. I was thiiiiiiiiiiiiis close to going over and asking him if he grew up in Wisconsin when it hit me like a punch in the face. Yes - I did go to high school with him, sort of. No - he was not from Wisconsin. In fact, he was from Minnesota but moved to Beverly Hills in high school. Good lord. I'm an idiot. How could I not instantly recognize Brandon Walsh as Brandon Walsh??? Er, Jason Priestly. You know what I mean.

1 comments:

Team Baribeau said...

Chicken! You could have just said "I love your blog." and been done with it. IT's not like you were stalking her.... I seem to remember some encouragement from you when i asked for an autograph. The only one i've EVER asked for and he, Trent Reznor, was more than gracious to do it. This would be the same night that you put Blondie from Eagan's to shame by volunteering to wait on them:)because they thought they were dirt bags:D *snif* i'm so proud! Way to look past the book cover!!