85 Degrees. Feels Like 86.

Last summer I had only one encounter with a minor celebrity. Bobby Flay. And he was a jerk to me and Laura.

This track season I expect I will have a few more since I am now working in the restaurant biz.

I had my first last night. Server Scott came up to the host desk and asked me if I had ever seen Happy Gilmore. I told him, yes, but that it had been awhile. He asked if I remembered the character Striker, or Slider, or something like that. The bad guy. I said I thought so, wondering why he would be brining this up. He told me to go look at table 11. He was pretty sure that Sniper was at his table. The guy looked familiar and I returned to the host desk to IMDB it. Surely it was Christopher McDonald. Shooter from Happy Gilmore.

(He was also on the "hit" show Veronica's Closet and in over 50 other movies, including The Faculty, which is coincidental because it seems as if every celebrity my high school friend Katherine and I have encountered post-high school is somehow linked to someone we mildly obsessed over in high school...Bobby Flay is an exception to that rule.)

So, later in the night, Shooter decided to buy a piece of art that was on display at the restaurant and wanted to do some calculations. He asked me if I had a calculator and someone suggested just using the one on the laptop. I said sure and then realized the browser was open to his IMDB profile, so I kept the computer closed and told him it would be easier to just use the one on my cell phone. So we used my cell phone calculator.

That's my story.

In other news, Emily was here. It was nice. Except we reminisced too much about last summer.

According to weather.com it's 85 degrees today, but feels like 86.