We All Need Somebody

I met my friend, Laura, for drinks last night at Bar Veloce (the original, in the East Village), a tiny wine bar that serves domestic and Italian wines and a food menu that features gourmet tramezzini and panini and a "famous" dessert pastry made with Nutella .
We settled for an Italian montepulciano blend and grumbling stomachs. We had dinner reservations at nearby Poetessa at 8 and plans to meet Maureen, the gallery curator, and a friend of hers there--a special agent who moved up to NY a couple months ago to work in the drug trafficking/ money laundering division. She is one tough, but surprisingly feminine, chick; and she was packing heat in her small, stylish handbag, which kind of scared and fascinated us at the same time. (I instinctively scooted over when she told me about the gun, so the bag wouldn't be "pointed" at me).
As I was getting off the A train, en route to Bar Veloce, I spotted a tall blonde women walking ahead of me wearing an obviously expensive coat and jeans and a Gucci shoulder bag, and I wondered if it was Uma Thurman. She does live near the 14th Street station. I'd be surprised if she takes the subway but it's not unheard of to see stars on the subway. Hilary Swank used to take the subway to Gleason's Gym in Brooklyn every morning to train for her Oscar-winning role in "Million Dollar Baby".
It's easy to be jaded when you live in New York. Celebrity spotting can be a daily activity, depending on where you hang out.
But I was still a bit curious. As I sped up to try and catch a glimpse of her face, I heard a guy next to me nudge his friend and point to her. "Hey," he said. "I think she's somebody."
I laughed and thought to myself, we're all somebody to someone. And, suddenly, I didn't care much whether I caught up to Uma--or her stand-in--or not.