19. Dinner

I went to dinner with Lenore and Burbank at a fancy Greek restaurant called Myko's where we met a very nice old Hungarian man sitting at the table next to us. His name was T. R. and he was wearing a tuxedo. I felt under-dressed in my blue plaid. He sat all alone, so Burbank offered a place for him at our table, which he accepted. He bought us a round of wine.

When he asked us each what we do, I humbly told him about my book series and the new book tour. Suddenly, his whole demeanor changed. Seriously, it was like somebody lit a firework inside his face. He went all shiny. "You are celebrity!"

I just shrugged. I am not a boaster.

"I am friends with many celebrities," T. R. said. "You would like to meet them?"

I don't think any of us really knew what he meant, but not wanting to be impolite, Burbank said that he did.

"Wonderful," T. R. said. "I own restaurant next door. I will show you my friends."

He led the three of us to the restaurant next door, which was at least five times bigger than the little Greek one, but probably just as posh. I looked into the eyes of all the people I could, partly to see if I recognized any celebrities and partly to make sure there were witnesses who could say they saw me here.