Fancy Meeting You Here

So. Who whispered this in the National Portrait Gallery? "Hello. Woody - eff'n Allen!" That would be me, alerting the menfolk. First I noticed Soon Yi. Then Woody. It was a moment. Woody with the schleppy hat, carrying his wife's handbag. Why should he be any different? And there was no confusing him with anyone else. Especially after Soon Yi said, loudly, "Woody! This way!"

Later, at the Grenadier Pub, one of the places to see before you plotz (according to that book everybody gets whether they want it or not, as in, "Happy Birthday, you're going to die at some point, so here are some places you'll probably never visit) we did our best to obey the sign: "It is house policy that all customers should be suitably dressed. Person wearing overalls or soiled clothes will not be served."