In NY, there are bars where you go and people watch.  And then there are bars where you go to see and be seen.   The Blue Fin is one of those “pretty pony and pretty poser” bars.  It’s smack dab in the middle of Times Square at the hoity-toity W Hotel.   It’s definitely a pre-Broadway show bar.  It’s a literal fishbowl where tens of thousands of tourists pass by each and every day. 

Believe me, you haven’t really lived until you’ve been sitting in the middle of the Blue Fin wolfing down sushi and drinking wine with humanity.   Or so I thought.  Imagine my genuine surprise when I looked over and spotted Anthony Michael Hall sitting next to us.

Yes, THAT Anthony Michael Hall.  From our youth.  Farmer Ted in “Sixteen Candles”.  Brian from “Breakfast Club”.  One of the dudes from “Weird Science”.

My friend Kati was the first to immediately traipse over and introduce herself.  She offered to buy him a drink.  He politely declined. But her boobs definitely got all the attention.  I, meanwhile, was determined to get a picture – but he was having no part of it.

Eventually, cooler heads prevailed.  Kati’s bust and flirtatious manner finally got the picture I’d been coveting.   And then the camera died.  Murphy’s ^%$#@% Law.  Thus my dream picture was suddenly reduced to a fuzzy-blurry camera phone.  If you squint hard enough you can actually picture AMH.  Squint a little harder and it could be the ghost of Steve McQueen.

Normally, I’d slap this picture under Brush W/ Greatness.  Unfortunately, the meeting was so brief, it just doesn’t justify.  Maybe I should start a new category.  Brush w/ Faint Outlines of Famous People … or Brush w/ People Who Could Be Anyone.

Sigh.