Q3, you can't just drop that hint and not tell us the rest of the story!! Some of us have not heard it!!
Oh, I doubt I posted about it -- but it was a long time ago. Probably not too interesting, but you asked for it.
For starters I was not literally speechless, but that might have been better.
Back in July 2010 I was in a restaurant in San Francisco with some business associate/friends. One of them had a relationship with Counting Crows (the band) so suggested we check out a new restaurant opened by the band's former private chef and his friend, Russell Jackson. It was called Lafitte. It was on the the San Fran Embarcadaro, with a greenhouse area overlooking the bay. Nice view. It closed in 2012. The food was not memorable except that there really was no menu. It was sort of an alternative, unstructured dinner. It was supposed to be revolutionary.
Yawn. Some things we ordered other things were what they brought us.
We had dinner, well a bunch of courses, I met Russell,
yawn. We drank a lot of nice wine, had coffee.
We got treated really well because the guy who knew Russell brought a lot of people there -- and our check was huge because of the wine.
It was late, the restaurant was pretty empty -- pretty much just us. Russell came back, and we talked about food, restaurants, what he was trying to do with the restaurant, etc. I just had closed a restaurant and knew how hard the business was. Russell went off. Russell turned out to be really nice and interesting. I have kept in touch and I am still acquainted with him.
We had more wine, dessert, more wine, and then I got up to go to the ladies room. At this point I had had a
lot of wine.
I walked across the restaurant and this group came in and was walking to their table with Russell. I almost walked into them. I was focused on walking at this point. I ended up straight in front of this group and there was Adam. I mean like I almost smashed into him. I remember seeing him and he was standing still and I should have stopped or well.... I really do not remember. I mumbled something (as I tried not to fall off my heels -- I had on tall boots with 5 - 6" heels.) I just stood there like some kind of awkward bird looking into a bright spotlight and babbled something unintelligible. I remember Adam laughed that laugh. I was between them and their table. I wanted to hide somewhere or just vanish.
The people Adam was with were knew Russel there. And Russell introduced me to everyone except Adam. I interrupted and said, "Well and, of course, I know Adam." But of course I don't
know Adam. So I quickly added, "Everyone knows who Adam is." Then I literally said a fangirl thing, "Oh, I love your music."
Lord, in my whole life I never, ever, ever say fan stuff. I think Adam said thank you or something.
My head was buzzing. And I just stood there for a long moment.
It probably was 20 seconds but to me it seemed like forever. Then, I collected my wits, that socially awkward moment ended and I went to the ladies room -- as fast as I could get there. I collected myself. Checked out my hair and makeup -- which thankfully looked good.
We were seated in another part of the restaurant and I could get there without going right past Adam's table. Russell was tied up with his celebrity guest.
I sat down -- inhaled a glass of wine.
My friends did not know that anything happened. Well I am not sure what I would have said if I explained -- would I go back to my table with 3 guys who are into alt rock music and say, "Adam Lambert is here". They probably would not known who he was. And if they did, they would not have cared.
I am certain Adam does not remember this -- in fact, pretty sure that it may happen to him all the time -- someone sees his eyes and they freeze.
I had met Adam before and since. On all the other occasions, I acted like a normal person. Well maybe I talked a bit too much. But dead silent! Me! Not a chance.
Adam would then literally back away from me...this crazy person! 
