If you want to spot me, I'll be the guy in the front whose hands block every cool shot.
Oh, and I won't be attending the meet-up (me and my girlfriend like to do our own thing in cities), but if I spot Rick or Karl in town, I'll run over to the Dog, burst in and yell "FELLOW DIRTIES! FOLLOW ME!"
Hey, it's a definite possibility. When I went to the Chemical Brothers show in Brooklyn, we were looking for a place to eat. We passed by this one fancy restaurant, because we were in the mood for fast, greasy garbage. I only found out later that Ed Simons was eating there at that very moment
