Every Sunday, M.B. and I look forward to seeing our favorite Brooklyn neighbor, Gabriel Byrne (ok I definitely look forward to it way more than M.B.). He frequents a local coffee shop with his g.f. and I just love that we are all "regulars" reading our papers together. A few weeks ago, I was sitting with my back to him and heard another patron approach his table. Right away I knew that it was going to end badly. This rude man basically told him that he's selling his home and asked Mr. Byrne to help him, possibly one of his "LA friends" needed to buy a place. Since then, we have not seen him at the coffee shop. It may be unrelated but I blame the rude guy.
