Nate and I emerged from the trendy Brooklyn bistro early this afternoon after a quiet little brunch a deux.
Nate: You’re ready to leave? You sure you don’t want to go back in there just to look at Jude Law one more time?
Nate: Jude Law. He was sitting right next to us.
Me: NO!! How did I miss him? How is that possible?
Nate: You didn’t see him? Really?
Me: That’s it. I’m going back in.
Nate: Oh my God. If you go back in there and pretend you left something at the table just to look at him I will totally lose all respect for you. That’s the kind of thing that people who…Liz? LIZ!! Get back here! Oh Jesus.