"Miss, forgive me, we have not met, but I saw you at Niall's party. Do you remember what happened?"

The question rang out over the end of the ballad as the last sigh of at the trumpet phrase descended. I looked over and saw it was one of the patrons sitting at the table adjacent. The couple sitting very close and the gentleman with his arm in a sling looked inquiringly at me. A glance over to Mikey and I see him looking concerned that this owl was fowling up his scheme.

The suit spoke again rushed before I could answer "The night is young, I hope you will not be leaving so soon. Please, you are most welcome to join us. Have we met? You look so familiar, but I am sure, no one would ever forget you."

Mikey suddenly puts his strong French hands on my bare shoulder and arm. The loquacious man continues apace. What a chatterbox! "Are you in films? I know that I have seen you somewhere before?"

"Baloney! Excuse me but I think your balled up. I just arrived in town. Who is this Niall, a cake-eater? Obviously you have me mistaken for some other bird. Maybe a girl that caught your eye at this party you were talking so loudly about. But then again maybe you have seen me. I've played a bit in the celluloid. Nothing lead. Now if you'll excuse me, it looks as if your party's all complete already."

I look over at Mikey and tell the guy "Well, we need to get a wiggle on, enjoy the music." I doubt they got my sarcasm though as the table began their loud conversation right up again over the lovely music.

Finally, we exit the cabaret to the streets. I think to myself, 'Now, to gracefully lose my goof and crash somewhere soft.'