Taking a break from the NY paparazzi, I jetted off to Chicago for the weekend to work with colleagues on Friday and to hang out with Special K for the rest of the weekend. It was all very clandestine meeting up in an anonymous hotel room in a strange city! The weekend was a melange of absolutely hilarious moments, the highlights including:
-- Dave dumping his remaining quarter glass of riesling INTO his remaining quarter glass of chardonnay. ("Isn't it all just grape juice at the end of the day?")
-- Looking over at the next table and seeing the 15-year old taking a swig of someone's red wine ... looking over 30 mins later and seeing same 15-year old quietly draining an abandoned mojito.
-- Grabbing a quick lunch at the legendary Billy Goat Tavern (inspiration for the famous "cheezeborger, cheezeborger, cheezeborger" Saturday Night Live skit) with the funniest collection of Dougie Fresh's family members, the boyz having gotten together to celebrate their patriarch's 80th birthday.
-- Ordering a single "cheezeborger" at the Billy Goat, only to be told by the soup nazi-esque burger boy "only doubles today!" Wait a sec... you can make me a DOUBLE cheeseburger, but not a single? Are the patties glued together or something? Never mind, I'll take the double, the chips and the Coke and I'll LIKE them, darn it.
-- Meeting "The Canadians", a trio of hilarious countrymen (are there any other kind???) who managed all the logisitics of the fast 'n furious style car show Special K was in town to look after. We bonded immediately over hockey. (Flames won on Saturday night, yeah!)
And I was so lucky to catch up with former UCLA classmate, John, and his fiancee, Ashley, over dinner on Saturday night. I was treated to photos of their four-month trip around the world and now I'm inspired to chuck it all and buy an open-ended plane ticket! Hey, it'd be great material for my blog!
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