bolt on

tonight i went out to dinner with matt, eliza, and jesse. it was going normally until eliza thought that michael bolton was sitting two tables away (though really, something like this was bound to happen, as it always seems to). it seemed somewhat implausible, as this wasn’t fancy dinner, it was neighborhood sushi dinner in seattle washington and definitely not the best neighborhood sushi dinner in seattle washington.

whether or not this person was michael bolton was hotly debated for some minutes, with pictures being brought up on iphones and held up for comparison. i was pretty sure that it wasn’t him (no nicollette sheridan, in seattle washington, etc), but i had a hard time convincing eliza. i had one piece of information that i was pretty sure would clinch it, but couldn’t bear to bring it up as it had been used as a weapon against me some months ago when someone said, ‘hey jay, you know who else is vegan just like you? michael bolton.’ boom. ouch.

however, my competitive instincts took over and on our way out, i told eliza to check and see if he was eating fish. he was. not michael bolton. ‘really?’ she said, ‘then why would he wear his hair like that?’ double boom.

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