Spike

I went to the inauguration kick off concert in front of the Lincoln Memorial today! It was pretty great. But before I get to that there is the small matter of Spike.

We got off the Metro at Smithsonian to walk down to the concert and as we came up from the station there were people handing out flyers for Good Stuff Eatery, then I heard the words Top Chef and my ears perked up. I looked to my right and there was Spike from last season. Good Stuff Eatery is his new restaurant in Capitol Hill. It is weird to recognize famous people when they are standing next to you because I tend to initially think that I know them from somewhere and only then does it dawn on me that I know them from TV. Given I very rarely spy famous people, and when I do I generally leave them alone. But today, he was so close, and then he kept walking right behind us. I pointed it out to my friend Regina and she almost fell over, she is apparently even more of a Top Chef fan than I am. We stopped to decide if we were going to approach him.

Me: Should we just do it?

Regina: What are we going to say, we need a line!

Me: A line? Like "Hey Spike, Nice T-shirt, too bad you didn't win"?

Regina: No like "Hey Spike we loved you on the show"

Me: But we didn't, we thought he was an eee-errr.

Regina: That's beside the point.

At which point I grabbed her wrist and pulled her along with me and after "Hey Spike" came out of my mouth I have no idea what we actually said, but we got the picture and it was awesome.

I wonder what his real name is? Dang, that's what we should have asked him. But honestly how ridiculous that the rich and famous...more famous than rich in this case, can make giddy school girls out of otherwise perfectly calm and composed women.

And we didn't even really like this one. If we had seen Harold?!! Watch out!