Monday, March 20, 2006
14:59 and counting down
I'm back from my Florida (hey, that's Paul Anka at the Sarasota Ritz-Carlton!) and Salt Lake City (Adam Morrison is even more greasy in person -- walking through my hotel lobby -- than on TV!) trips.
Thanks to my pal Thad, we are minor celebrities in Albany: see this newspaper article. What it doesn't include yet is the follow-up: T-shirts arrived, in a $130 box of joy (thanks, overnight shipping). But they were NOT the ones we requested.
And this was just one of the many "gut punches" or kicks in the business that we were subjected to over the weekend. SLC was not a kind hostess...she was downright nasty, in fact, although perhaps we over personified the city and its nefarious plans for us. But that's what got us through -- joking about SLC puppet-stringing us with dark moments in basement restaurant bathrooms, messengers of doom lurking outside cab windows giving us the "evil eye," a hate rally that proclaimed "Death to Babylon," people in arena seats who have no sense of personal space and unfortunate body odors, warm beer...oh, I could go on and on.
We survived...and we of course doth protest too much about our poor suffering during our guys' weekend away.
Thanks to my pal Thad, we are minor celebrities in Albany: see this newspaper article. What it doesn't include yet is the follow-up: T-shirts arrived, in a $130 box of joy (thanks, overnight shipping). But they were NOT the ones we requested.
And this was just one of the many "gut punches" or kicks in the business that we were subjected to over the weekend. SLC was not a kind hostess...she was downright nasty, in fact, although perhaps we over personified the city and its nefarious plans for us. But that's what got us through -- joking about SLC puppet-stringing us with dark moments in basement restaurant bathrooms, messengers of doom lurking outside cab windows giving us the "evil eye," a hate rally that proclaimed "Death to Babylon," people in arena seats who have no sense of personal space and unfortunate body odors, warm beer...oh, I could go on and on.
We survived...and we of course doth protest too much about our poor suffering during our guys' weekend away.
// posted by Bill @ 9:18 AM 
