Celebrity Sighting.... Not!

Last evening, while contemplating the nature of art and what makes something "good" or "bad" or "difficult" and being emotional and worrying about the future, I apparently walked into Joe Pesci without even realizing it!!!

R said "Oooh... first celebrity sighting!"

"What? Where? WHAT?!"

"That short guy."

"WHAT!?!?"

"Did you see that group of girls?"

Yes, I'd noticed the group of teenaged girls walking into the gallery, because they had on far too much makeup and because it was weird to see teenagers at a gallery's opening reception on a Thursday night.

"He was right behind them."

"DAMMIT!"

That would have been a good one. Really. We could have actually talked to him.

Drat.