Why don't we put those tables together?

I'm really back in memory lane. So I'd like to share an anecdote about a ski holiday - during the days we still went skiing every winter. We don't anymore, because my sister suffered an accident and as long as the doctors don't know what caused it, we don't trust to out there on the slopes.

It was in the winter of 1994-1995. We had booked a trip to Banff, Canada to go skiing there. We had been to Aspen the year before, and we got to like the powder snow a lot. So we decided to see more places in the Rockes.

That year, it was a very severe winter. One of the days it froze minus 35°Celsius. (Can you believe, even then people bought icecream cones?) We did a sleigh ride with huskies that morning, and after a while sitting still in the sleigh got a bit in our bones. So when finished the trip, we headed into town and entered a TexMex restaurant, which had been recommended to us by our guide. It was around 12.30 and when we came into the dining room, it was quite empty. Well, no bother. I don't need other people around me to enjoy my food.

But about ten minutes later, another party also sought a table. It consisted of one adult man and a bunch of kids. As their table was not so far from ours, we could easily overhear their conversation. It went about penthouses in New York, visits to London, Mick (Jagger?) and other names we could associate with the music industry.

What was more, the guy looked somewhat familiar. Both my sister and I were sure we had seen that face before in some or other magazine. We assumed he was also a musician, but could not think of his name.

Anyway, after a while those kids began conversation between themselves and the guy turned to us for a more adult conversation. This went on during our lunch, but as soon as the plates had been taken away he asked if we didn't want to put the tables together, so we could more easily talk to each other.

We sat there until 4 pm...  We really had a good time. The unknown musician offered to pay the entire bill (theirs and ours) but we could not accept that, of course. So he offered us coffee first and then something stronger - which we accepted in good grace.

Only a couple of weeks later, when reading another article in the newspaper (with a picture to go with it) we finally knew whom we had been talking to. It was Eric Clapton and the Mick mentioned was indeed Jagger. He had visited Banff the year before and had recommended it to Clapton.