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The wife and I got married two years ago last night, and we spent a good portion of our wedding night at Bemelmens Bar at the Carlyle Hotel.
We had a great time that night, and one of the highlights was seeing then-governor Eliot Spitzer walk in a couple of hours after we arrived (we outlasted him by a couple of hours, too).
We returned to Bemelmens on the occasion of our first anniversary a year ago for a quick drink before going elsewhere for dinner, and did the same last night, on our second anniversary.
And who should walk in and be assigned the table right next to ours last night? Eliot Spitzer, his wife, and two friends.
I leaned over and told him I had a story for him, and he listened as I shared the tale detailed above.
"Is that true?" Spitzer asked. "Did that really happen?"
We assured him it was true.
"This will sound unlikely," Spitzer said, "but I've only been to this bar twice in my life."
He then congratulated us on our anniversary, told us he and his wife had been together twenty years and that the couple with them had only recently been wed.
As we gathered our things to leave an hour or so later, Spitzer quipped, "Now, when will you guys be back here? Two years from now?"
"No," I said. "We'll be here a year from tonight. We come here every year on our anniversary. And we expect to see you then!"