judging by the way i look and feel right about now, i'd wager that i'm running at about 70% power right now. one more night of real sleep and perhaps a bowl of haagen dazs light chocolate cherry truffle and i think i may actually get back to an even 85%.
while i wait for that wonderful feeling to return, i figure i might as well drop a few more all star tidbits before i completely forget all about my 4 days in houston.
for instance, there was my chance encounter with former new york knickerbocker allan houston, who i almost bumped into as i walked through the lobby of the jw marriott while i was staring at my cell phone oblivious to the world. he was standing in solemn contemplation with a friend, the serious look on his face punctuated by an admirably furrowed brow and hand rubbing his chin. as i walked by, he snapped out of whatever zone he had been in and said to his friend, "i'm going to pray on that. i'm going to pray on that one. yes i am. i'm going to pray on it." that man truly loves the lord.
but not as much as i love las vegas mayor oscar goodman.
in what would ultimately result in my second favorite sighting of the weekend, i spotted the honorable mayor and former mob lawyer standing on a windy houston street corner and, being a huge fan of his honesty and love of gin, i rolled down my window, honked and shouted, 'give 'em hell, mayor goodman!' he smiled from ear to ear, gave me a thumbs up and shouted back, 'i'm trying!'
and if that was my second favorite sighting of the weekend, who was my first? simple.
this man.
the fattest, oldest, scariest ronald mcdonald i have ever seen in my life. you know how when ronald shows up in a commercial, he's a long, lean hamburger machine with a face that might actually be considered handsome if you unwigged him and scrubbed off the grease paint? yeah, well, for whatever reason, the local ronald that the mcdonald's corporation hired to work the crowd at friday night's mcdonald's celebrity allstar game looked like the unhealthy and perpetually winded spawn of albert brooks, tom arnold and john wayne gacy.
and then there's the sighting i couldn't really appreciate as it occurred, but which still entertained everyone else in the city of houston.
5'2" inch moe berg interviewing 7'6" yao ming.
my neck is still sore.
while i wait for that wonderful feeling to return, i figure i might as well drop a few more all star tidbits before i completely forget all about my 4 days in houston.
for instance, there was my chance encounter with former new york knickerbocker allan houston, who i almost bumped into as i walked through the lobby of the jw marriott while i was staring at my cell phone oblivious to the world. he was standing in solemn contemplation with a friend, the serious look on his face punctuated by an admirably furrowed brow and hand rubbing his chin. as i walked by, he snapped out of whatever zone he had been in and said to his friend, "i'm going to pray on that. i'm going to pray on that one. yes i am. i'm going to pray on it." that man truly loves the lord.
but not as much as i love las vegas mayor oscar goodman.
in what would ultimately result in my second favorite sighting of the weekend, i spotted the honorable mayor and former mob lawyer standing on a windy houston street corner and, being a huge fan of his honesty and love of gin, i rolled down my window, honked and shouted, 'give 'em hell, mayor goodman!' he smiled from ear to ear, gave me a thumbs up and shouted back, 'i'm trying!'
and if that was my second favorite sighting of the weekend, who was my first? simple.
this man.
the fattest, oldest, scariest ronald mcdonald i have ever seen in my life. you know how when ronald shows up in a commercial, he's a long, lean hamburger machine with a face that might actually be considered handsome if you unwigged him and scrubbed off the grease paint? yeah, well, for whatever reason, the local ronald that the mcdonald's corporation hired to work the crowd at friday night's mcdonald's celebrity allstar game looked like the unhealthy and perpetually winded spawn of albert brooks, tom arnold and john wayne gacy.
and then there's the sighting i couldn't really appreciate as it occurred, but which still entertained everyone else in the city of houston.
5'2" inch moe berg interviewing 7'6" yao ming.
my neck is still sore.
2 comments:
Yo Moe,
How come your entire life you've been telling people that you're 5'3" tall and then on your blog you write that you're 5'2" tall? What gives? Did you lose an inch to old age? Or are you just slumping down after the long weekend?
I thought they gave people like you stools to stand on to do interviews with the "big" people? :)
And damn - that's a scary Ronny McDonny's!
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