I made this mistake after the Cowboy Mouth concert: I complained about a science fiction author I heard on NPR. Samuel R Delaney. The man's name is Samuel R Delaney.
I know the name now, but on Saturday I didn't, so for ten minutes the conversation stopped dead while everyone but me sunk into their iPhones. Except for Gary, who sunk into his Blackberry.
"It doesn't matter what his name is," I said, but they didn't care.
So I took a photo.
I should have just made up a name. I wish I'd realized that at the time. I also didn't realize Libby is flipping me off, AND biting her lips so she won't smile.