My long-lost childhood friend, Holly-the-Dubai-dwelling-flight-attendant, landed in New York yesterday for 24 hours of girl time. We popped into the Meatpacking district's Pastis for lunch, (a fabulous restaurant so coveted weekend brunches must be booked weeks in advance), and caught up on 20 years of missed life experiences. As we were leaving, the guy sharing my banquette seat kindly shifted his entire table to allow me to pass before calling out to me. He handed me my forgotten scarf and I was overwhelmed with the feeling that I was locking eyes with an old friend, (as you tend to do with celebs). I thanked him, (what a lovely, unpretentious guy), then scampered off behind Holly, furiously whispering, "Holls! That guy was famous! Who is he?? I can't place him but he must be someone's boyfriend on
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