I got closer and closer and then it hit me like a Beatles fan in the 60's.
IT WAS THE MAYOR!!!
I quickly fumbled for my phone to text Steven to let him now I was accidentally in the same building as he was, and of course to give him a big hug. Sadly, Steven was back in LA. I did manage to make my groupie ass way, with a timid tap to the shoulder belonging to the Mayor. I said...
Me: Hey, do you by chance remember me from Salt Lake like a month back?
Mayer: Yes, BARBS! You darkened your hair.
Umm, HELLOOO!!! Barbs? AND he realized I darkened my hair??? 100 POINTS for Mr. Hawthorn. (Men take notes: Nicknames and always paying attention to details including hair colored = 100 POINTS) So random, and so cool. It ended up being a wonderful night. So maybe the spontaneous trips are still charming in a much different way now. With the realization that there not as charming, but hella fun and random.
What happens in Vegas....goes on my blog...ish!
Mayor Hawthorne- Just Ain't Gonna Work Out.