An Evening With Martin Gore
Well, what an interesting weekend I had! Saturday night, Don and I went to the English pub downtown for drinks when in walks Martin Gore (from Depeche Mode) and his wife. I kept staring at him and was waiting for the loud music in the bar to die down so I could listen for an English accent...still insecure that I'd make an ass of myself, I triple made sure it was him by asking the bartender that had been chatting with him, "Is that Martin Gore?" She replied somewhat enthusiastically, "Yes". My first thought was, "Michelle will kill me if I don't get atleast an autograph." I didn't have a camera on me, unfortunately. So, after awhile, I finally got the balls to approach him and politely ask him for his autograph. He complied, so I was happy to get that without myself appearing rude. He then went to the pool room with his wife and small group of friends for drinks and pool. Before Don and I left the pub, I walked back to the pool room and waved "goodbye" to Martin, where he politely waved back and smiled.