West Village dinner guest

The other evening, Gwen and I were dinning at a quaint French bistro in the Village. The purpose of this dinner (not that a dinner needs any purpose beside feeding the angry gnomes in my tummy) was to allow Gwen to bitch about our friend Tessa. You see, Tessa is a bit of a flake. So in this particular incident - and there has been many - Tessa is at fault. Although, this little spat of theirs is augmented by Gwen's holier-than-thou European attitude. But, I was being a good friend, listening and agreeing with Gwen. I know I'll do the same for Tessa tomorrow evening over dinner.

Anyways - as we were having dinner, we noticed this fella sitting at the next table. Not good looking. Not bad looking. Is he? Isn't he? No, he can't be. I think he is. He seemed to be enjoying his Bradade de Morue and nursing a bottle of Cote du Rhone all by himself.

"Would you like to join us?"

"I don't want to impose on lady gossips." (Gwen was rather animated - read loud - while badmouthing Tessa.)

"No worries. Just bring the bottle with you."

The still-no-named fella reluctantly joined our table.

"Weren't you the dead body at a recent CSI Miami?"

"Nope, I'm pretty sure I wasn't."

"Ooooo, I know, you are the one-eyed-crazy-fella-doctor-who-came-back-from-the-dead who killed whatshisface on General Hospital!"

"Nope, I'm certain I never played a doctor."

And the guessing game continued.....

About half-way through the second bottle of Cote du Rhone (his treat), we did figure out who he was. His name, anyways. He's seen his better days. He's not famous by any account, but he did have many notable roles in mainstream films in the 80s.

It was interesting having a stranger at our table.
Gwen appreciated his insight into her situation with Tessa.
And he did play an evil doctor in a soap and a murderer and a dead body.

I should have dinner with strangers more often.