Are You the Singer?

Today was weird. It all started after work. I was waiting for my car at the Chatrium Hotel lobby. The waiter was new and he started to circle around my table like he was checking me out. I didn't think he was and I just thought maybe he wanted to know if I wanted a beer or something. So, I completely ignored him, which I thought, would indicate that I do NOT want beer. He came closer and then he started talking. Ready to give him a rejection, I was shocked when he went 'You're a singer, right?'
Me: maybe
Him: I've seen you in journals
Me: haha yeah I've been working on my new album
Him: Give one of your albums to our bar
Me: Sure
Him: You work as well, huh?
Me: Yeah
Him: That's amazing. How do you do it?
Me: Hahaha I guess I'm just a workaholic

bla bla bla. It was a good feeling.
Then at night, after Boss's bday party and Shamrock's farewell, we went to 50th Street for drinks and THEN for SOME WEIRD REASON, the bartender asked me for my autograph. I gave her one. I got really drunk and I ended up going behind their barstands and taking pics with the staffs. I started to dance in the bar with the cocktail shaker urn.

It's funny... it does feel good to be spotted :D