I’m at the pub with my mate and Simon Baker is sitting at the table behind us.

He saw me taking a photo of my beer and started talking to me about the size of the glass and how weird it is being at the pub with 9 other people.

I’m not too familiar with his work but he’s cool!

Photo of me ft. Simon Baker in the background. We chatted some more at the end and I am very ashamed to admit that I eventually asked him if he is Simon Baker. I’m so embarrassed about it but he was very polite in his confirmation. I hate my tipsy brain!

When he nodded to confirm he was Simon Baker, my mind went blank so I said “That is who you are.” Then he said “That is who I am, and I said some nice things about your beer.” I wish I had something better to say, but I need to accept it was an okay interaction. He’s had worse.

Okay, reframing this in a positive light: I went to a pub in a period in history when only 10 people could be inside a pub at once, and Simon Baker was one of the other nine people. That is just FUNNY and A GOOD STORY.