|music||:||Placido Domingo - Carmen, Blumenlied (Bizet)|
We had dinner at Swiss Chalet tonight (on Broadway & Trutch, not too far from Alma) with some of Husband Guy's family. As I walked in, I saw a silver haired gentleman in a crisp navy suit standing near the doorway. He looked incredibly familiar, like an ex-professor from University or someone I'd worked with, but not that closely or something. But the name had fallen off my brain and run away.
I stared at him for a moment with a quizzical-but-trying-to-be-polite smile. Thinking back, he must get that all the time because he nodded, smiled to me and warmly said hello. I finally gave up trying to fish his name out of my head and greeted him back.
He was waiting for his take-out order which was ready shortly after we came in. It wasn't until we got settled at our table that Husband Guy says quietly to me, "Hey, that's Gordon Campbell..."
YES! THAT'S IT!
So, I gawked at my Premier tonight. What did you guys do?