I met an old friend for drinks at the W last night. Not the dingy underbar, but the upstairs restaurant/bar/lounge/hotel lobby/scene.

I hadn't seen my friend in around two years, so we spent a lot of time catching up, and talking about what we'd like to do with our careers if we quit what we were doing, and we played a rousing round of "is she looking for a sugar daddy, is she an escort, or is she just here getting drinks with friends."

At one point, a pair of thirty something ladies walk up to the bar, put their coats on my chair and asked us if we minded if they left their stuff there. They ordered their drinks, and when the waitress returned with them, she said "The gentleman at the end of the bar bought them for you."

I'd never actually seen that done before.

And, true to what I thought, the gentleman at the end of the bar was an old, wizened man, who proceeded to come up to the two ladies, and talk to them for at least an hour. I say at least, because he was still talking to them when we left.

I bumped into Alison Albeck on my way to the bathroom there, and say a brief hello. I also noticed that the hostess looked incredibly familiar, but I couldn't place her. I wracked my brain all night, and couldn't figure out if and how I know her.

We met another friend, and the three of us went over to Niagara, in my neighborhood. Down to the basement, where the bar was... I'm sure it would have been cool if I was younger.

We ran into a girl friend of theirs, and upon introduction, she said
"You look incredibly familiar."
"Of course I do, I'm famous" I replied.
"Are you an actor?"
"No."
"How are you famous?"
"I'm on the Internet."
"I use friendster, but other than that, I'm not really on the internet."
"I'm telling you, I'm famous."

She wracked her brain for awhile, but never figured out where she knew me from. I have no idea, myself.