The evening in Seattle started like this:

9pm and headed to the airport to catch a red eye to Atlanta (after one yummy glass of wine from the tap house thingy in bellevue).

THe flight was on time but horribly over booked

My manager spotted a man sitting on the floor very close to us. Somehow her "celebrity-radar" new that was the lead singer of train. She very quietly asked him if it was so and he was sweet and said yes, and my name is... whats your name..... etc... Then I popped in and said "I love your band!" like a total dork, he was sweet and smiled.

I then attempted to get a picture of him for proof

However my stupid moto phone cam was FULL and wouldn't fit the picture and he moved!! AHH!! (picture of empty carpet for evidence of celebrity sighting angst!!)

Then I spotted him, so I snagged a photo of him on his gizmo. I am still not sure what kind of device he was starring at the whole dang time.

THen I got brave and asked if I could take a photo of him with me!

He was sooooooo nice! He put his arm around me and then put his head against mine for the photo. My camera first took a crappy one, and then he let me take this one. He even offered to let me take a 3rd cause I was out of most of the frame, but I said no thats great, I don't want to bother you. I thanked him and walked away. I don't think anyone else recognized him.

This is a good picture of the lead singer of train (found via google image search).

So now I know, I am a giddy little school girl when it comes to hot band leader men!! WOOT!! Looks kinda like my hubby (well the hair anyways!!).

So then I picture on the sly took a photo of him waiting for his luggage, as proof that celebrities wait for cruddy luggage too, even if it takes 20 FREAKIN MINUTES!! lol

Oh and I learned a new word in Washington. "That's scetch"