Only in L.A.

Time for a crazy story... Last night Jeremy and I finally got a babysitter and went on a date. We went to dinner and a movie, but I needed to go to the grocery store before we went home to get some things for dinner today. So there we were walk in the grocery store and we're walking towards an older, kind of homeless looking man, who is just standing there staring at the gin on the shelf. As we get closer he looks over and says, "Man, you must be the luckiest man alive. How'd you get her?" We stop for a minute and laugh. Then he says,"My arm is broken, would you mind getting me one of those bottles of gin and putting it in my arms?" So Jeremy bends down and gets him one. Mind you, he already just reeks of the stuff, so Jeremy says, "Now don't you drink that all tonight." The man just gives a sly grin and a little laugh. We start to walk away and he starts with the, "You really are the luckiest man alive" stuff again and starts to follow us. He then says, "You don't know who I am, do you?" We look at him for a couple seconds wondering why we should know, and then admit to him that we don't know. He says,"I'm Henry Hill." Now for those of you that don't know, Henry Hill was a prominent mobster back in the day. The movie Goodfellas is a story about his life. Jeremy just says, "Come on, are you the real Henry Hill?" He said he was. So Jeremy starts asking him a bunch of questions about his life to see if it really is him. (Jeremy has mounds and mounds of useless trivia stored in his head) He seemed to know everything, so I believed him. He stood there and talked to us for about 20 minutes. He was sooo drunk and was standing sooo close to us. He found out we'd just moved from Utah to L.A. and asked if we were Mormons. We told him we were, and he said he's read the Bible, Koran, and the Torah, and thought maybe he ought to read the Book of Mormon to see if there was something in there for him to help straighten out his life. He leaned toward me like he was going to whisper something in my ear, but then he kissed me on the cheek. It was so funny, he was the drunkest old thing you've ever seen. He actually kissed me again probably 5-10 minutes later, on the cheek. He said if he'd known me back in the day he would've taken me to the Copa. He asked Jeremy if he was a Fed because he was asking him so many questions. He also tried to get Jeremy to open the bottle of gin for him right there in the store, but we told him he'd probably better buy it first. I was buying some basil for the spaghetti I was going to make and he about lost it that I make Italian food from scratch. He's half Italian and has an Italian cookbook out, so he pretty much fell in love with me. :) Just what I always dreamed of, having a drunk, 60 something mobster in love with me. lol He asked if I was a TV star - what a crack up. Anyway, he was quite an interesting guy to talk to. I don't think I can ever watch Goodfellas quite the same... I'll be watching Ray Liotta play this mobster Henry Hill and think - That guy has kissed me! I tell ya, this only happens in L.A.