Dear Journal,
So we are sitting in Sarabeth's on 5th Ave eating brunch, which we fully intend to make a habit of since it is such a lovely place...and while we are enjoying our meals we notice a rather tall African American man a few tables away. He seems to be stirring up some excitement in the restaurant and a few waiters were taking pictures of him so A comments that he must be famous. We then decide that he must be a famous basketball player since his head is touching the ceiling and he was wearing a sweat suit and sunglasses inside. And who else but a famous basketball player would do that in NYC. Anyway, so after coming to that conclusion, we can't go much further because surprisingly we are not the sports experts that you would expect us to be! We look over at him to try and figure out who he is although no amount of staring was going to help and he looks right at us! He then swaggers over and says "Hey ladies, do you happen to know which direction Madison Square Gardens is?" Being the knowledgeable New Yorkers the we are...we gave him false directions while acting like we knew exactly where to go! He then said "By the way, nice kicks. Nike is definitely the way to go." Obviously, we were still in our apartment chasing attire. He walked away and we asked the waiter who he was?! He laughs at us and says, "That's Lebron James!" We knew he was really really famous then because even we knew his name, in additions to about 5 other professional athletes...Joe Montana, Tony Romo, Lamar, Reggie Bush, Kris Humphries (thank you J Simpson and Kardashians)
Actually, none of that really happened except that he was in the same restaurant and we did see him. But its pretty much the same as eating lunch together and becoming best friends right?
See you on the court L.J. we will be on the sidelines in no time. Bienvenidos a Miami!
Until then,
A & D
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