No sooner was I leaving after talking to Aaron than I felt like we were back at Le Musée, arriving much earlier than I had last night. There was a crowd waiting outside. The man at the door recognized me and pulled me through the swarm of people all dressed to the nines. Women grabbed at my tux, my hands, trying to pull me to them. That one guy suddenly turned into two that flanked my sides with Nate taking up the rear, surrounding me. The security effectively blocked me off from a rabid crowd. I was disoriented in the best possible way, but Aaron wasn't amused and apologized more than once.
"What's to apologize for, Aaron?" I felt like a damn rock star. Even if I didn't sell a thing this weekend, that hundred-foot walk up the sidewalk had made me feel like a million bucks.
He dismisse
