Always carry a little black book

Late one debauchery-filled, night when my sister and I both lived in nyc, we got to talking about all the famous people we'd seen in our lifetime...we actually started a list that night.
Sure, it was one of many lists we'd made over the years...
if you have a brother or a sister, you probably made a list at some point...
I'll leave it there.

Anyway, for me, this little list on a piece of scrap paper turned into a little spiral notebook. Which, for my sister, turned into the funniest joke ever.

Every time I'd say, "kaari, don't look now, but there's Grace Jones*", she would look all around, and try to whisper, "where? where? i don't see her...where?", her eyes would finally land on the iconic figure head and she'd deadpan back to me, "did you bring your little spiral notebook?"


Thing is, I didn't need to carry it with me. I had a photographic memory for those people. It was weird. No, is weird. I could get home after a big night out and get out my pen and write down everyone I saw and where I saw them, what they were doing, how they looked, what they said. So, now I have this little book and it's totally full up... and I'm not gonna start a new one...but I need to add in the following people from this trip. I've seen or met all my best famous people in new york (except Jimmy Stewart who I met in California and probably tops my best).

Zach Braff, waiting in will call line, at the theatre
John Pankow, standing around the actors exit door, at the theatre
Patti Smith, eating breakfast next to us, and writing in a book, at ino (2 days in a row)
Harvey Keitel, crossing the street right next to me, talking on his cel phone

All of whom I pointed out to kaari
and she said, "where? where?"
and then her eyes would land on them
and she'd deadpan back to me...
Well, you know the routine.


*full disclosure: i've never actually seen Grace Jones in person