Drinking homemade vodka with my high school friend, Lis, at home-away-from-home Russian Samovar.

Me: Actually, this bar is part-owned by Mikhail Baryshnikov.

Her: No it isn’t.

Me: No, seriously.

Her: [Very skeptical look]

Baryshnikov walks through the door, nods as he passes, then sits down at the piano and begins to play Debussy’s “RÍverie”, flawlessly.

Her: Okay. So maybe it is.