Laura and I pass City Lights bookstore, which is hosting an apparently popular event.
Me: Who’s reading?
Laura: I think it’s Sam Shepard.
Me: What do you think, should I press my face to the window and do the blowfish thing?
Me: Like, “Shep! What’s up Sheppppp!”
Laura: “Sammehh!” (Mimes banging on the window.)
Me: We should.
Laura: We totally should.
(We keep walking.)
Hours later we stop into Tosca for a couple of chocolate brandies. Sam Shepard is sitting in the booth next to ours. An hour or so later, he sits down at the bar facing us. Laura and I chat for a while longer, and then get up to leave. As we pass the bar, Mr. Shepard takes note.
Laura: Dude, Sam Shepard just checked us out.
Me: Yes, he did. Sam Shepard just gave us the up and down.
Me: We should have bought him a drink.
Laura: I know! Why didn’t we?
Me: I don’t know. It would have been weird.
Laura: True. Damn.