I am totally getting sick, and possibly hallucinating, because, my hand to god, Dave Eggers was sitting next to us at dinner last night. What he would be doing in St. Paul, I do not know, especially with yesterday’s special sneak peek of The Incredibles happening at Pixar Headquarters, to benefit 826 Valencia. I would have been all over that myself. But I swear, if it wasn’t him it was a mighty convincing doppelganger. First, there was the hair. And I overheard snippets of credible conversation (I wasn’t eavesdropping, it’s a very crowded and cramped restaurant). For instance, at one point he was talking about living in San Francisco, and comparing the fog there to Hong Kong’s. I toyed with the idea of just outright asking him, but figured we’d gotten on his nerves enough. The little man was in rare form last night. The acoustics of the place are such that he was very obviously overstimulated for the duration of the meal. The poor kid could not sit still to save his life, was frequently rolling around on the floor, running laps around our table, squealing, and pinching our extended family members (we were out to eat with the in-laws, to celebrate my brother-in-law’s birthday). So rather than interrupting the man sitting less than a foot from us who was most likely Dave Eggers, I chose to collect my child and his belongings from the floor, and attempt to exit as quietly and gracefully as possible. I’m sure everyone in the place breathed a collective sigh of relief…as soon as we were out of earshot.