Celebrity Sighting....

or maybe not, but last Tuesday at the House of Blues in New Orleans,

I left Paul standing up by the stage in front of the booming speakers

and sought a slightly-less ear-splitting perch from which to listen 

to the soulful, melancholic blues of James Blood Ulmer. I perched

myself on a velvet settee and settled in to the music, sipped my

vodka tonic. Before long, a very handsome young man -- looking an

awful lot like the one pictured above -- asked me if it was okay

for him to sit beside me. I motioned for him to sit, and he did,

and he then attempted to strike up a conversation.  The music was

very loud -- we had to yell. He was dressed in a black suit, white

shirt open at the neck. I noticed his shoes (I always notice shoes)

and they were black, polished, expensive. He was charming in a 

Cary Grant kind of way, and really wanted to talk to me about the

music, which was nearly impossible. This went on for several minutes,

when a tall woman with long dark hair came up and swooped him away.

All I thought at that point was, wow, he certainly was cute! And how

sweet of him, chatting it up with this middle-aged woman! A bit 

of an ego boost, I must admit. And I didn't think much more of it

until, the next day, on our flight to Texas, Paul pulled out 

the American Airlines in-flight magazine and there he was, on

the cover. Now, I can't say I've necessarily been a fan of his;

in fact, I've never even given him a second thought. But the man

who sat beside me at The House of Blues was a dead-ringer

for this man. Demi Moore, move over.