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memphiscats
Hey Max...fun thread! (I couldn't reply on the weekend - I was on an iPad and kept mistyping!)...this is a bit more robust than called for but here goes:
My Day With Keith

It’s warm and the water is sparkling on Cape Cod…
It’s a day when dreams come true…
We’re walking along our beach when we spot Keith and Patti on their sailboat and bid them welcome.
Keith is wearing one of his great hats
Patti, as always, looks charming
They moor their boat and follow us to our place
We hang out in our yard, sipping champagne…my daughter comes down and is amazed to see her mother’s idol here, in the flesh! She’s charmed by Keith’s humor and kindness. Patti is wonderful to her and asks if I mind if she takes her on a little shopping spree…fine with me…

I have some champagne for my birthday party which is tomorrow, so Keith and I crack another bottle and chat about animals (his French bull dogs and my Corgi…our rescue cats)…and then move onto tennis…Wimbledon is underway so we debate the merits of Nadal’s force against Federer's grace…
…I have whipped up some beef stroganoff – turns out to be an undisclosed favorite of Keith’s…we sip an excellent Bordeaux
Patti and my daughter return – low and behold, Patti has managed in just a couple of hour to instill a sense of fashion in my child. Child comes down the stairs wearing A DRESS!
We applaud!
Husband & Keith become fast friends – discussing their shared interests in boating and weapons – Keith is warm and entertaining…
We laugh, drink, listen to the blues, and dance into the wee hours
Keith and Patti must leave, they sail off as the sun rises over Nantucket Sound.
I just spent the most amazing prelude to a birthday ever…
We live happily ever after.
REALITY
Hot, sweaty, day in NYC, I’m standing on the corner of Avenue A and Houston…my dog slips out of her lead (she always does this on Avenue A – don’t ask me why)…I see KR pass by with body guard – I open my mouth but nothing comes out. By the time I gain my composure, the chance is gone...

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superrevvy
here's how not to do it:

i was walking around soho NYC mid 80s and whipping right by me, walking
real fast, kieth and a supermodel-type blond who was NOT patty. short haired
strawberry blond. it was a hot august day, and i was in full business drag.
so i get this ridiculous idea to RUN around the HUGE block in the other
direction, to try and head em off at the pass to say hi. so i did. and so this
sweaty business-looking man, trying to be cool and casual, manages to bark out
"hey keith" and smile, to which Keith responded "hey" without pausing. but
i did get one millisecond of eye contact.

I wanted to say "hey, we go to the same shrink" but that's not exactly
something you should yell out on the street.