Thursday, July 28, 2005
Have you ever kind of gotten something in your windpipe, and you get all wheezy and your eyes water, and you can't talk? This happens to me a lot when I have been overserved. Well, that happened... to him.
Luke Wilson: (gasp) excuse me... (gasp)... chicken...
Me: Do you want some water? I can get you something...
Luke holds up his hand, to stop me, like 'no it's ok'
Luke backs away and goes to the bar.
So there you have it. Chicken.
To his credit, there are TWO sales conferences going on in this hotel, and almost everyone I see is showing off their digital pictures that he took with them. He was like Pluto or something, posing with drunken textbook salespeople! So, Luke Wilson, I salute you, and I thank you for being so nice while you were choking.
Luke Wilson (I)