Last night Kate and I met her friends Jen and Wayne for dinner at Cookshop in Manhattan. As I walked up to greet Jen and Wayne, Mike D from the Beastie Boys walked into the restaurunt behind them. (This is going to sound crazy.) I’ve often thought about what I might do if one of the Beastie Boys just suddenly appeared in front of me in public. Although for all this thought I had no plan of how to deal with the situation so I froze. Freezing is a popular Paul Diehl stratagy. Although never effective it’s a coping mechanism that I have mastered. During dinner both Kate and I went to the bathroom just to double and triple check that I hadn’t made a error in my assessment. The topic came up a few times during the meal and I insisted that I wanted to just leave him alone and that it was just a treat to have seen one of my hero’s in person. After dinner Kate insisted that her and I stick around and wait for Mike to leave. This is where I really kinda started to freak out. Of course I wanted to meet Mike D but it felt too close to MCA’s passing. For some reason the idea of going up to him and gushing about what a huge fan I am seemed almost rude after the events of only a few weeks ago. Kate insisted that if we didn’t stay I would always regret it, and asked the bartender for a sharpie so Mike D could sign my (brand new) Mets hat.
After a drink I turned to see Mike D leaving with the group of folks he was eating with. I again froze. I just couldn’t do it. It seemed weird and I had no idea what to say. Then as I watched the opportunity slip away Kate grabbed my hat and the pen and walked outside and made it happen. She asked Mike D to sign the hat. She said he seemed really surprised almost taken off guard that someone would ask him to sign something. I remained frozen till Kate returned and handed me the hat.
At first I felt like the biggest turd in the world. I just let things pass by me. Although the more I think about it, it worked out for the best. I’m just to big of a fan. I could sit and think for years about what to say to those guys. Coming up with things I think are clever from every song they have ever had. It’s just too much to handle.
I am not wearing the hat this morning it sits in a place of honor in our apartment hanging respectfully on the antler of the Jackalope above the bar. There it will stay as a reminder of the time I saw Mike D and almost/did have a mental breakdown.

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  1. Definitely a post worth the wait. How great it dovetails directly to your last post. You have a great wife there Mr. Diehl. 🙂 Congratulations on seeing one of your heros and getting a souvenir of the experience.

  2. Thanks Krissy! It was a crazy experiance. I wish I hadn’t felt so weird about saying something to Mike D but it was just more than my tiny Paul brain could take in.

  3. I must say that I’ve definitely thought over more than a few times what I would do when/if I run into Eddie Vedder. I think I’m just going to stand there and weep. So, freezing is much better than crying. Well done, sir!

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