very minor internet celebrity

i had dinner with a friend of mine last night. i guess we both knew it was a precursor to something else. dinner included french cider in eugene von guerard's living room, watermelon granita (at pellegrini's- where else?) and fabulous cocktails in a very cosy corner. it was a great night. but the best part had nothing to do with the drinks, at all. it was when he turned to me and said:

so, i won't end up in your blog, will i?

i didn't even know he knew i had one.