Who'd Believe it Anyhow?
Throughout my life I've had my fair share of run-ins with average Joes, almost famous people, wannabes and full blown celebrities. Some of the experiences were good, some bad and some downright ugly. Don't worry this little story includes none of the latter, so no need to call your lawyer.
Let's go back 10 years ago - boy time flies. I was celebrating a milestone birthday, so a gal pal and myself decided to stay up in Toronto for the weekend. We had no fast plans other than shopping, lounging around the hotel, and visiting a particular restaurant in the vicinity of the SkyDome. After that, we were just going to wing it.
We ended up walking up street, when two guys standing in front of a nightclub asked us if we wanted to attend a private party, happening a little later in the evening. Being the naive, small town girls that "we were" at the time, we said, "Ya, sure why not?" We changed clothes at our hotel, returned and saw amongst the patrons of this party, some rather brawny looking guys. Turns out it was the Toronto Maple Leaf hockey team. Being not avid hockey fans, we didn't recognize any of them, except for one.
I only knew who it was because the male species in my family talked about him night and day, day and night. It was none other than Swedish Mats Sundin, captain of the Toronto Maple Leaf hockey team, at that time. He struck an intimidating presence, very tall, wearing a snappy blazer and smoking a cigar. He was accesorized by two scantily clad girls hanging off of him. They weren't doing anything really, just trying to talk to him, so no scandal there, sorry. Now, what the other people were doing at this party well, I'd rather forget - hear no evil, see no evil....
No, we didn't really talk to Mats, just a hello, if you were wondering. Besides the fact we knew zilch on hockey, my girl friend and myself were too shy, intimidated, scared of rejection or whatever you want to call it. Oh, and I forgot, last but not least, both in serious relationships. Flirting with hockey players would have gone over like a lead balloon.
Although these days, I understand a little more of the Swedish language and could probably ramble off a few lines, share Swedish meatball recipes or something innocent like that. Anyhow, my pal and myself just spent most of the night chatting with the manager of the nightclub and then left.
After this exciting girls weekend away, I came home and told my brothers and Dad this phenomenal little story, but they didn't really believe any of it. The few other people we mentioned it to, didn't believe it either. I'm still insisting to this day that it did happen. I guess the moral of the story is take pictures, get an autograph or ? Needless to say I got the same, "Ya sure" response when I dished my Tiger Woods story years later.
Anyhow, this brings me around to a little rumour that is going around Copenhagen, at the moment. Rumour has it that the first lady Michelle Obama, yes president Barack Obama's wife, will be dining at Noma restaurant in Copenhagen at the end of this week.
Apparently, she will be in Copenhagen in regards to Chicago's 2016 Olympic bid. Of course, the management of the Michelin star Noma restaurant are neither confirming or denying the rumour. Don't worry, if you see her there and tell me about it I'll believe you, where others might not.
Noma Restaurant
Strandgade 93,
North Atlantic House Cultural Centre,
Copenhagen, 1401
Denmark
