I think we can all agree that Saturdays are wonderful.
Unless you work on Saturdays, in which case they may be a little bit less than wonderful to you, but let's not ruin my story.
Saturday morning I woke up to glorious sunshine. I had plans to meet AV for brunch, so I showered, put on a cute little outfit, opened my sunroof and drove to meet her at Toulouse in Dallas.
MK gave us a ring and picked us up to go with she and her friend in town, C, to the Nasher Sculpture Museum. The Nasher is free on the first Saturday of the month, and since it's partially outdoors and the weather was gorgeous, there were people everywhere. There was a yoga class going on, children running in all directions with face paint on, security guards fighting the uphill battle of telling said children that they were not allowed to play on or touch the statues, etc.
We weren't in a hurry, we were just... there. I loved it.
After departing the Nasher, we walked down the street to the Ritz-Carlton to sit outside and get a drink.
Drinking in the afternoon... at the Ritz-Carlton.
Nothing to see here, folks.
After being told that the pool was on the second floor and available to hotel guests only, MK thanked the hotel employee and in true MK fashion, turned around to us and said: "Let's go find the pool."
So of course, we ended up sitting by the pool at the Ritz in lounge chairs, sunglasses on, loving life. MK's friend C had never been to Texas, and was already getting a favorable first impression.
We had just received our drinks and while sipping from our mimosas, a familiar face walked outside to join a rail-thin girl who had finished a work-out and was relaxing in a chair to our left.
I'm not a fan of celebrity gossip, but I love movies and watch T.V. and all, so on rare occasion, I recognize people.
Bringing the long-stemmed plastic glass up to cover my lips, and without looking at her I said very quietly to AV:
"John Tucker Must Die?"
Without flinching and reaching for her own glass, I heard a very quiet "mhmmm" to confirm.
That's right- John Tucker, aka ridiculously good-looking actor Jesse Metcalfe, was also at the Ritz pool.
All I can say is thank goodness we were all wearing sunglasses, because I think any one of us could now tell you that he was in Dallas filming the pilot episode for a new show after mercilessly eavesdropping... and could also tell you exactly where the tattoos are on his shirtless body. I'm pretty against asking photos and autographs in general, but I did manage this one behind-the-scarf candid...
Cause she's watching him with those eyes...
-Rick Springfield, Jessie's Girl