covertly taken by Kristina
On Saturday evening, for our SassyScoops review, we decided to try out a hip, new restaurant in downtown Salt Lake City called Pallet. As we sat waiting for our table and talking with the owner, my eyes were drawn to the people approaching the glass door.
"Ohmygosh! You guys!"
My friends looked over at me. "What?"
"Look! It's Ty Burrell! Oh my gosh. I can't believe this!"
Emily asked, "Do you know him?"
"Uh, of course I do!"
Maybe you haven't met Emily. She's perhaps the perfect blend of kind and professional, always acting appropriately in any situation. This means, of course, that as he opened the door and walked inside, Emily turned to Ty Burrell and helpfully said, "I think she knows you," gesturing to me.
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
I quickly and firmly said, "No, nope. No. Hi. Nope."
My friends, confused as Mr. and Mrs. Burrell walked directly to their table, looked at me, again. "I thought you said you know him."
"Yeah, but not because I know him! Because I watch him on television every Wednesday. He's on Modern Family."
I then may have launched into some pathetic attempt at explaining just how much television means to me, which is not a lie, but might be, under the right circumstances, embarrassing.
I also may have needed to step outside to get some fresh air. Maybe I did this five times or so.
During dinner, just feet away from Ty Burrell, I sent the appropriate text messages (response from La Yen: "DO NOT FREEZE! This is our dream!!") and updated facebook, but despite encouragement from my SassyFriends, I couldn't approach him for a photo. I asked one of the owners if Ty Burrell was a frequent guest at Pallet, to which the answer was: "This is his first time, but he says he loves it." My hope was that I could ask the owner to discreetly approach their table and say something along the lines of, "There is someone here who would appreciate getting a photo with you; would you mind?" so as not to make a scene, but I didn't feel it was right to ask for that favor.
It took me just a little while, but I finally realized why I was okay with not saying anything (other than NO) to Ty Burrell, and here it is:
He was on a date with his wife. They were out, just the two of them, without their daughter. I didn't want to approach him because he was with his wife. This is not to say that I was intimidated by her (she's cute!), but that I didn't want to taint their evening in any way ("Can't we just have one night without someone asking for a picture?!") (I'm not saying she'd say that -- in fact, I'm imagining them both being very gracious -- but even if she didn't say it, I wonder if she'd think it.). I, a very, very little bit (on maybe a scale of a billion times smaller), might know what she feels like; because, though my husband is not famous, I know what it's like to feel like you have to share your husband with a million other people. And, not that you mind (there are worse things), but it's still nice to have that night out.
P.S. - Go to Pallet.
P.P.S. - Don't get a parking ticket.