*weak knees*

I was having brunch at Cafe Mogador in New York with Nadirah & her friends Gabby & Pala just now.

An hour into the meal--

Pala: (suddenly leans forward in a hushed voice) "That guy that just left, with the thing in his pocket-- that's the guitarist for The Strokes"

Me: Nick Valensi? Nikolai Fraiture? (Self: dope! that's the bassist)

Pala: No, Albert--

Me: Hammond Jr! Omygawd I love him! I love them! They're my favorite band back when I had a favorite band!

Pala: Ok I'll look out for when he comes back. I think he'll come back.

-- 15 minutes past--

Me: I guess he's not coming back.

-- we get the check and I'm signing my bill--

Pala: There he is!

And I missed him again! A second time! But no-- this time I was determined to see. So I got up and walked around supposedly to go to the bathroom. And just as I was about to go into it--

Albert Hammond (EFFIN) Jr: Oh, excuse me.
(Polite movement to make way)

Me: Oh it's okay. (quick smile, goes into bathroom, locks the door)

(Stares into the toilet bowl for five seconds, unsure what to do)