I have been going back and forth between posting or not posting this, specifically because I hate it when people try to prove how cool they are cause they met someone famous. But, as I come off geeky, I figured what the heck.
It was 1983 in September, in Vancouver B.C. Chinatown to be exact. I was 18 and a total nerd, exiting the shop in which I bought echenecea. I turned to the left and ran directly into a lanky blond fellow, we both apologized as we knelt down to pick up our things. I looked up at him,into those hypnotic mismatched eyes and spoke the most ridiculous sentence I had ever uttered before or since … “Do you know who you are? “He grinned at my reddening face and replied, “sometimes, do you? ” to which I responded rarely, an honour to meet you. He then gave me a peck on the cheek and sauntered off. That night I was in the audience and saw this.