wet dreams and Gordon Ramsey

So, I totally saw Chef Gordon Ramsey tonight.  I am super psyched that he is in Norwalk this week, but totally pissed that I couldn't get a reservation at the crappy Bistro to see him.  I love Kitchen Nightmares and Hell's Kitchen! I try to imagine what it is like to have sex with Gordon.  I like how his hair is all tousled on top of his head.  It kinda turns me on.  I picture him swatting my ass with a metal spatula because I've been "brilliantly naughty" in his sexy, panty moistening British accent.  Perhaps bend me over the counter where he passes the food over to the gay guy who seats people.  The gay guy will probably sit quietly in the corner watching us, while cursing my name because he's not the one bent over taking Gordon's gigantic spatula on the ass.  He'll be so jealous.  I do think that Gordon's face needs a little work though.  He looks rough as hell, but I suppose yelling and screaming all day will do that to you.  Also probably the heat from the kitchen isn't very good for the skin.  He could use a moisturizer.  So anyways, I didn't get the damn reservation so I decide I will do a drive by.  Well, it was a popular idea I guess, as there were a whole row of us.  I get to the bottom of the hill and glance to my left to see Gordon in his glorious white chef's jacket and his blond tousled hair gazing down at some table underneath a tent.  I then think, SHIT! My damn phone is in my purse! I realize that I should have been more prepared, but I am not in the habit of stalking celebrities very often so it never comes to mind. I can't take a picture and now the asshole behind me is honking his horn and I must move along.  I then go get Katie from baton, make her sit in the back seat, with my camera ready as we slowly creep down to the bottom of the hill once again where Katie is poised and ready.  Bloody Hell, a bunch of freakin cameramen and roadies.  Gordon has vanished, into the night as quickly as he arrived.  All I have left is the brief moment we spent together, while I was stalking him and looking at him bent over the table, unaware that he was part of this moment....the moment before the asshole behind me honked me back into reality.  And that is all I have, well that and the wet dream I will undoubtedly have tonight....