I've never really been a huge fan of Christmas. I think it has a tad to do with the near obligation to give gifts to people you may or may not like along with the general craziness. I usually go on auto-pilot and go through the necessary motions. Fight holiday shoppers to find a somewhat meaningful/practical gift. Attend dinners and make the usual small talk with whomever. Eat mounds of food and loosen the belt one more notch. Wake up at the butt crack of dawn to buy cheap junk the day after Christmas only to discover the deals are as crappy as before Christmas. In other words, it was pretty typical. Mostly spent time with friends and family. I did spice it up with a Wizards game the day after Christmas. Y and I went with Teen and Diana to go boo Kwame Brown and the Lakers. It wasn't a very exciting game until maybe the final 5 minutes or so when the Wizards finally took the lead, but then again, when is a NBA game? The highlights of the night were when the ball bounced off of Kwame's head out of bounds and a little mouse that scampered by our feet a few times.
Listed are the gifts I received in no particular order: 1) Hand me down Fitness First membership 2) Fru fru bath and shaving set 3) Terry cloth robe and spa package 4) Swanky purple necktie 5) Cash
On Tuesday, I drove down to New York City to discuss business with Ken. I like having dinner with the man. He is a man who knows how to enjoy himself, and I'm the goat that gets to tag along and enjoy the benefits.
He took me to Smith & Wollensky's for a steak. I guess this place is supposed to be well known...I've never heard of it. I ordered the prime rib which was quite nice, but I was secretly disappointed they didn't offer a rib-eye which has become my favorite cut. Oh cowboy rib-eye, how I crave thee! To compliment our meal, Ken ordered a bottle of the Beaulieu Vineyard Georges de Latour Private Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon 1973. It caught his eye, and the fact that sealed the deal was the fact that the bottle is 5 years older than me. To honor this, I got the first taste. It kind of tasted like crap, but seriously how do you send back a bottle that's so old? We got the wine double decanted (as the waiter suggested) and it did the trick.
While in NYC, it's supposed to be pretty common to spot celebrities and/or famous people. I have never seen anyone really famous in person before except a debatable spotting of Katie Holmes in Beverly Hills and Bill Clinton when he spoke at MD. I've topped those two tonight. Ken and I saw (drum roll please)....former SEC chairman, Harvey Pitt!
He sat by himself at the table next to us and so close too. I was probably only 5 feet away from him. Lucky lucky me. Next time I should remember to bring my autograph book aka my post it note pad. I think he's got some chewed up steak in his cheek while he's talking into the microphone.
Women wear low-cut dresses so men look. When they catch you, you're a pig. I know this isn't a new revelation. This is something that came across my mind while attending Y's company Christmas party.
It pretty much went as expected, with the exception of her winning an award and a free DVD recorder and a free room at the hotel. Woohoo! For most of the night, I stood around as an accessory to my woman as she met and talked with her colleagues. That's fine, I expected no more and no less. I tried to make my way to the open bar as much as possible yet not drink enough to act like an ass. It's a fine line...and for better or for worse, I didn't come anywhere near it.
In the course of the night, Y's boss came by to talk to us. They get along really well, so they were just chattin' it up. I'm standing around listening and chiming in accordingly, then I notice the low-cut dress she's wearing. It's pretty hard to miss. She wasn't shy about showing cleavage. As we're conversing, I felt like the most cross-eyed mother f-er in the whole hotel with one eye on her face and the other eye checking to make sure her boob didn't pop out the side. It's not like I was purposely checking out 40 year old breasts, they were just out there.
I know why women do it, or at least I think I do. They show skin so attractive men will notice them. When they see that, it boosts their self-esteem. If the guy who's doing the checkin' looks like Comic Book Guy, then it's all "Ew! Git away from me!" I think I'm a decent-looking well kept guy. Can I bury my face in your breasts now?
