Sightings by Rodin and BEA Bounty

Mucho long overdue, but on Memorial Day, we hung out with BF at the Met and soaked in a few seconds of culture (secretly noticing, of course, anatomically butchered Greek and Roman statues) before diving back into our obsession with Brothers & Sisters. We can't pretend to understand Surrealism and it pains our sense of order to see an armpit in the middle of the desert. Still, as we exited and made our way through obscene Rodin sculptures (and we wonder how he got to be in a family museum), we saw Brian Stokes Mitchell in a lime Polo-esque shirt, looking all of about twelve. Because we once espied him sucking down an ice cream cone in Hell's Kitchen, we weren't crazed with excitement. BF responded, "Who's Brian Stokes Mitchell?" We patted his arm. He has so much to learn.

June began with our occasional trek through the hoards at BEA. It takes about forty-five minutes before the claustrophobia sets in so we walked fast by the booths. We were really there to spot celebrities and our prayers were answered when a thinner and looking-exactly-as-in-movies-and-TV Chris Elliott (aka Woogie) walked by. While rewarded by this sighting, we headed for the Exit sign. The shakes had set in. Only for Duran Duran would we have weathered our phobias.