Last weekend Brad and I bumped into Tom Waits at the
Hotel Utah. He wasn't playing, he was just there to see the local opening band. I know this dude is like a god to some people, but I think he's kind of silly, so the celebrity sighting was probably wasted on me. Still, he is a good-looking man, so I gave him one of my prettiest smiles and he grimaced back.

I was there to see Miniature Tigers. They were okay, but their 80s outfits made me twitch. I hate sartorial irony.
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i love tom waits. i bumped into him at the bakery in pt. reyes station. he held the door open as i was walking out and he was walking in. i ran to the car stuttering his name. brent and i were like giddy schoolchildren driving cirlces around the block spying on him.
so needless to say, i'm jealous.
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