After picking Margaret up from the airport last night, we trekked over to Eatzi's (part of our after-flight ritual thing). We did our usual, she went for cheeses and salads and I picked up wine.. er, wines... While checking out the red-dot area, I noticed a tallish, older man decked out head-to-toe in what I'd call "Vans Warped Tour" fashion. He stood out, especially when everyone else had the Banana Republic thing going on. So, I somewhat stalked him as he roamed around the center section and picked out various things: Olives, fish, wild rice, etc. I knew this guy. Was it Fred Schneider? No, although the B-52's were scheduled to be in Dallas... wait! The Van shoes, the checkerboard glasses. At that very moment I was embarrassed I just confused Rick with Fred. Yeah, it was Rick Nielsen. One of the world's ever best guitarists... ever. By now, I had stalked him to the 'last item you grab before check out' section. I acted as if I were on a mission for Italian ice cream and dug around the Talenti bin. Rick looked over and was apparently caught by my false infatuation with the dessert. He walked over and also started examining the ice cream. I was nervous, was he going to bust me for following him? Would he try to pick me up? .. "Is this shit good?" he asked. Wow! Rick N. just asked me my opinion on Gelato! Although I had never tried the brand, I continued my acting and replied, "Its very good shit. I'm getting the white raspberry chocolate."... Pause. "white raspberry?" he asked looking at me confused. "oh, white chocolate." I laughed pointing to the label. "Hmm. try some." he mumbled and walked off. Margaret came up and we checked out right next to Rick (I caught myself humming "Surrender"), he smiled and nodded and we parted ways to enjoy our Gelato; Us to our uptown home and Rick to his Melrose Hotel. .... Oh yeah, we kind of continued to stalk him.