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Monday, August 2, 2010

The Time I Left Work Grinning.

The time is 1:15 AM. I am almost done with an unremarkable Sunday night cocktailing shift.


Tall Irishman: Is it too late for a pot of tea?
Underemployed: Nope.
Tall Irishman: Great! Can I get two pots of English breakfast tea with some milk?
Underemployed: Sure. Hey you look really familiar to me.
Tall Irishman: Oh?
Underemployed: Yeah. You know, you look just like the guy from The Frames.
Tall Irishman (smiling) : I am.

We introduced ourselves shaking hands, and I told him about how I'm a fan of his band and about how much I loved Once. When I brought him and his friend their teas, I told them it was on the house. He looked so surprised. "It's just hot water and two bags of tea, right? My pleasure."

3 comments:

  1. rad. That's like the time Michael Jackson stopped by my house and asked to use the bathroom.

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  2. Laird, you've never told me that!

    C. I know!! It's funny- I'm sure he really is a sweet guy, my gut is that for him getting recognized in New York is fun, but I bet in Dublin he gets bothered a lot.

    It was really cool.

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