"and now...the rest of the story"
Paul Harvey
As soon as Gladwell was gone I took a big swig of my now very cold Rwanda and gazed up at the barista. He must have seen the stupid grin on my face because he gave me a "why the hell are you so happy?" look.
Me: Do you know who that was?
Barista: No, should I?
Me: That was Malcolm Gladwell, one of the most important American writers in the world (realizing that was totally sycophantic before it left my mouth)
Barista: Cool, I have seen him in here a few times before
Me: Yeah, I think he is researching here (like I knew something)
Barista: I always thought he was pretty weird-looking.
Me: (Thinking Barista not exactly the picture of normalcy) Yeah, he is amazing..one of my idols.....I decided to announce that I am becoming a writer today and then he appears here man, and I am like, wow this is fate man, this the real fucking deal..seriously Malcolm Gladwell..wait man..wait
Barista: (confused) excuse me?
Me: Sorry dude, gotta get out of here, Gladwell's coming to dinner (as I am hustling out)
Barista: Later man..(typical Catalina indifference and on to chatting about coffee and some new band likely)
I was dialing my wife's number, her work number as I was starting the car. I do not call my wife on the work number unless there is an emergency or I can't find my car keys or wallet. I know she is likely saving someone's life or lifting some obese persons pannus to insert a catheter into their groin, and taking her away from such fun is never my intention. The phone began to dial as I transferred the call to the speaker so I could drive; rather, I could talk with my hands while I drove.
Voice: Cath Lab room 4 this is Melissa
Me: Hi, I am trying to reach Juliet Housewright
Voice: Hold on
Me: (Waiting while Pink Floyd's Shine on You Crazy Diamond Part 1 was playing on the iPod connection)
Mel: I am sorry Juliet is scrubbed in at the moment, can I get her a message?
Me: Yeah..tell her to call her husband it is important
Mel: Is everything OK, is this an emergency?
Me: Hmmmm..not really, just tell her that Malcolm Gladwell is coming to our house for dinner and ask her to call me.
Mel: Who is coming
Me: Malcolm Gladwell
Mel: How do you spell that
Me: Malcolm or Gladwell?
Mel: The name
Me: Just ask her to call me and that is it
Mel: Who is this?
Me: Her husband....Michael
Mel: Does she have your number?
Me: (about to pull the bitch through the phone and choke her) I think so..I am her husband
Mel: OK, thank you
Me: No really, thank you
I hustled home thinking of what I would serve and who the hell he might be bringing. His agent? His girlfriend? His publisher? Fuck, for all I know it is his Mom and at this point it does not matter. It was after 3 o'clock and dinner was at 8. Did I have time to swing by the Wine Merchant or do I have to roll with what I have? Shit, my stupid cellar is broken so all the red is room temp and I will have to chill it in the fridge. I have a bottle of Vinho Verde...oooh, hey Malcolm, care for some cheap spritzy schlock with your roasted peanuts?
What the hell was I doing? I should swing by the Merchant...but I could not. I knew if I went in I would have to tell them what I was doing and they would want to chat. I was going to have to open my last bottle of KRUG and my last bottle of 2004 Il Poggione Brunello di Montalcino. MG better love wine, because this was MY stash and I do not open MY stash for wine hacks or Pharisees. I pulled into my driveway and basically ran into our completely fucked up house. My Asia luggage was still splayed over the guest room and the guest bathroom had noticeable scrapes in the bowl. Damnit, why am I too poor for More Hands Maid service? I hate scrapes.
I started throwing shit around with little regard for organization and I was 20 minutes into my sweaty, dusty storm of labor when my phone rang.
Me: Hello Schmee
Juliet: Hey baby, what is wrong, Melissa told me you sounded kind of frantic and rude on the phone
Me: That fucking ding dong you work with has real difficulty with language comprehension
Juliet: I know baby, I just finished a nasty case, what is wrong?
Me: Malcolm Gladwell is coming for dinner!
Juliet: What baby? It sounded like you said Malcolm Gladwell is coming for dinner
Me: I did
Juliet: Honey, I am really busy here, why didn't you just text me if you want to be funny
Me: I am serious, I ran into him at Catalina and we got to chatting and then this stupid whore almost ruined it, but then he came back to me and he thought I was interesting and he didn't want to come, but I convinced him so you have to come home NOW and clean this fuckhole we call a house because I AM NOT letting Gladwell in this place looking like this
Juliet: Baby, you have to calm down..........there is no way I am out of here before 7 honey
Me: Can't you tell them you have diarrhea and you need to go home and spray!?
Juliet: Baby, you are going crazy...what are we having?
Me: Risotto, what the fuck else would I serve him?
Juliet: That sounds great, it was lucky you went to Phoenicia yesterday
Me: That place rocks...I rock! Malcolm Gladwell woooooooo!!!!
Juliet: Baby, I have to go, I have to do another case that was added on
Me: I have to cook dinner for Malcolm TIPPING Gladwelll who cares about add-ons?
Juliet: Baby, I need you to breathe and I need you to take a 1/4 zanax
Me: I just a had a pour-over
Juliet: That is not a zanax..take the pill, turn on the Squeezebox and listen to some Mozart
Me: I am going to play Ennio Morricone, Morricone always inspires my cooking
Juliet: That's good sweetie..I seriously have to go now babe.
Me: You know I hate being called babe
Juliet: Take your pill
Me: chopping it now...Good, Bad, and Ugly on in background
Juliet: I should be home by 7:15
Me: You will not have time to take a shower so don't even think about it..I need you to be all over this dinner
Juliet: Baby, it will be OK
Me: Fuck....(sigh) OK.....(breathing in deeply) OK
Juliet: I know you will blow him away..you must have already
Me: Yeah, he fucking loves me....don't know why...SITTIN ON THE TOILET (watch the video on YOU-TUBE and see what I am imitating there)
Juliet: Baby, not that...calm down (her tone has never raised above total sweetness and calm throughout) and I will be there to get things ready...keep it simple and...
Me: So you don't have to clean up? (indignantly)
Juliet: No, so you can focus on chatting and being your story-telling, silly, funny best
Me: I love you Schmecken!
Juliet: I love you baby..I have to go now
Me: Call me when you are leaving
Juliet: I will..bye sweetie
Me: Bye sweet Pyka (Pee-kuh)
Risotto with bacon-braised swiss chard, potato cracklins, walnuts, and leek scented Labne (this would be easy and this would rock MGs house) I pulled out the London Broil I had been marinating for 2 days and I knew I did not have time to slow braise the thing, so I would just have to sear it off and roast it rare. I knew that the risotto was the highlight and that the meat would be a textural and iron balance to the savory, salty, yummyness of the rice. I hoped his date/friend/colleague was not a vegetarian or vegan. If she was Vegan I was totally hosed, or if she did not eat bacon. I really did not think too much about it as I had to get the food ready.
Stock on pot, veggies were prepped. I did an easy salad and thank goodness the tomatoes from Phoenicia had some taste. I did not have dessert as I had recently given up refined sugar so it would have to be figs and peppered agave nectar with salted lemon juice for a finish. I knew I loved my food and I loved my writing, but who knows about Gladdy. The funny part of this story is: the more I cooked the more at ease I became (the Vinho Verde and the Zanax might have helped a bit). In fact, as my food was coming together, the house clean, and Juliet's candles cranking all over the house I realized this was going to be great whether MG loved it or not. I started realizing that my standards of cooking have little to do with anyone else's opinion and that my food and creations came from a place in myself where I am most centered. Wow, at this point I didn't give a shit What the Dog Saw, I was hungry and this meal was going to be sublime.
[caption id="attachment_694" align="alignright" width="300"] The Actual Dinner I Cooked[/caption]
Juliet arrived at 7:12 and not a moment too soon. She as always saw things I never could have seen and she made the space just hum with conviviality and warmth. I put on my dining shirt as I had finished the butter, leak, and bacon saute' and I knew I could afford the clothes of a host versus those of the cook without the risk of stankyness when I greeted the guests. At 8:05PM the phone rang:
Me: Hello,
MG: Hello Michael, this is Malcolm Gladwell, we have arrived and are in your leasing office parking lot, but there does not seem to be a parking space.
Me: Hey man, just wait right there and I will run down to meet you and let you in the garage.
MG: OK, shall I stay on the phone?
Me: I will lose you in the elevator..what kind of car are you driving?
MG: I am actually not sure, it is a maroon Chevrolet with a rental car sticker on the back
Me: I will find you...2 minutes..ciao!
I ran downstairs, ignoring the slow elevator and I found them in a Chevy Cobalt in the driveway (a fucking Cobalt..really?) I waved them down to the entrance and with a wave of the FOB they were in and quickly parked.
Me: Hey folks, (looking at the 5'9" inch very pretty African-American girl in front of me)
Leora: Hi, I am Leora
Me: Hi Leora, I am Michael
MG: I am sorry we are late
Me: You are not late at all, come on up (as I click the FOB to call the elevator)
MG: This place is quite difficult to enter
Me: Yeah, I told you it was silly
We arrived in the house and after pleasantries were exchanged we opened the Krug and I served it along wit some walnuts flash fried in Olive Oil and dusted with my own homemade herb salt.
MG: I really enjoy your nuts
Me: (almost spitting out my first sip of Krug) Thanks man, I just throw them together right before the bubbles
Leora: I really think warm nuts are superior to others
Me: (this time I actually choked a little)..cough..cough
Juliet: Are you OK baby?
Me: This Krug is stiff....(general courtesy laughter)
The banter was quite banal through the bottle of Krug. No one mentioned anything about the choice of bubbles and I was kind of pissed. I felt a bit like Christian Bale did in American Psycho when people did not compliment his business cards. Neither Juliet nor I could bring ourselves to "soberly" ask what Leora's relationship was to MG so we kept the chat to talk of travel, Houston food (Gladwell apparently loves Benjy's...go figure), and news in Japan and Libya (we are really into levity).
As we seated our guests for the salad course, Leora explained to us that she attended Oxford for a program when she was younger and that upon completing the program they served Krug at the gala dinner, and that she loved it. (Finally some fucking cred) I asked her if it was the MV like I served here or a vintage Krug. She said that part of the experience was a bit foggy, but that the word Clos was in the name for sure. It was probably a fucking 85' Clos du Mesnil, I thought to myself and as always I thought how the great stuff was wasted on the uninitiated.
Me: So the salad is arugula tossed with some preserved lemon and salt and a ton of Olive Oil from Ca' del Fico
Leora: Is that a special place?
Me: To me it is one of the most special in the world and in one of the best places on earth
MG: Where?
Juliet: (cutting into the story as usual) It is in Puglia and Michael had a business there along with his good friend and the villa belongs to him, Antonello.
Me: This villa practically slapped me over the head when I went there the first time and I knew I had to write. Although the only thing I have written there were 3 essays that I entered for an Anthony Bourdain writing contest.
MG: Bourdain judges writing contests?
Me: Well, I think judging would be a stretch. He basically picked a winner who didn't even follow the criteria for the essay.
MG: Well, given Bourdain's own natural irreverence and disregard for protocol perhaps that was his plan all along.
Me: Ha, well I am sure his publishers had other plans when they set up the contest, but AB is going to do what he likes.
Leora: I really love his show, did you see the one on Haiti
Me: I found it a little preachy, but I liked him hanging out with Sean Penn
MG: I autographed a copy of Outliers for Sean Penn last year
Me: No way, he is into that?
MG: I ran into him in New York at a charity event for Habitat for Humanity. Well really, my agent ran into him and brought him over to our table. I was amazed how old he looked.
Me: (realizing the champagne may have let down MG's guard a bit) Did he do any accents or voices for you?
MG: (nervously laughing) I did not ask him to, but his character from Dead Man Walking really stayed with me.
Me: He was so robbed for an Oscar that year
Juliet: Who got the Oscar?
Me: Nicolas Cage! Can you believe that?
Leora: For what film?
Me: Leaving Las Vegas
MG: That was just an abysmal film. Elizabeth Shue?
Me: She blew..I did love the creepy cracker that Joaquin Phoenix played though.
Leora: Wasn't River still alive then?
MG: No, he was gone at that point because Sarah at the New Yorker had done a piece on his tragic death..blah blah blah.
Me: Not a fan of River?
Leora: Not a fan of Sarah
Me: Ahhhh...professional reasons?
(Silence)
Me: Hey, I have to finish the risotto
Leora: It smells so great, Juliet your home is fabulous.
Juliet: We have outgrown it, and we have stuff stacked to the ceiling.
Leora: You should see Malcolm's place, like a mad scientist meets that guy from A Beautiful Mind
(All laughing)
MG: I am not sure I am following you
Leora: Come on, it is like playing Twister to walk around your floor.
MG: Only when I am researching.
Leora: Which is always; Juliet, the place looks like a giant storyboard
MG: It is
Juliet: You should have seen the kitchen when I got home at 7:15 and Michael had been cooking for 3 hours
Me: Hey, we had to eat
Juliet: It is amazing how many pans, spoons, and prep dishes he can use and how he manages to stuff them all over the kitchen
Me: Not true people
Juliet: Where did I find your lost pair of tongs?
Me: What?
Juliet: The tongs? Where did I find them?
Me: (sheepishly) In the freezer
Juliet: And with french toast crust still attached
Me: I was getting out the coffee we put in their while we were in Asia and I had the tongs in 1 hand and the beans fell, so I dropped the tongs and grabbed the beans while closing the door with my foot. I call that resourceful.
Juliet: I call it lazy.
Me (giving Juliet the bird)
(Big laughter)
Me: I promised a wine from Piedmont with the risotto, but i realized I did not have the bottle I wanted and had no time to hit the store, so I hope this little wine from Tuscany will be OK.
MG: I would not know the difference....but I would like to
Leora: Of course you would.
(general laughter)
Juliet: Since I met Michael I am certain I have spent 10,000 hours learning about wine.
Me: You may have spent that much time drinking it, but you have not committed much to memory.
(more laughs)
Me: Malcolm, do you think it took you 10,000 hours to become as good as you are as a writer?
MG: I am not sure I would qualify myself as a good writer. I would like to think of myself certainly as an expert interviewer and that is where I feel I am most accomplished.
Me: I would agree on the interviewing, but your writing is amazing to me.
MG: Thank you. I believe it is certainly an evolution.
Me: I could use any input or advice. (pause) I know you likely do not want to veer down this path so we can just stick to what is comfortable as I am happy to just talk food and wine all night as well.
Leora: I would love to eat food all night.
Juliet: Honey how close are you on the risotto?
I served the risotto shortly after and the silence was palpable as the forks even seemed to pick the food cleanly without clicking and the Brunello was killer and went very quickly. I was preparing to assault the situation of my writing when Gladwell suddenly looked at his watch....
MG: Leora and I have had a really nice time. Your food is quite good and it is obvious you are passionate. As it is we have a very early start tomorrow and should be getting on our way
Juliet: Awww, we still have a dessert to come
Leora: Malcolm nor I really eat desserts
Me: Hey, it'ssuper cool. I am just hopeful that we were able to provide a bit of a respite to your day-to-day (trying hard to fight my visible disappointment).
Juliet: I think the dessert is super light and only a bit of the agave nectar has been added. It seems like we are all having fun and I hate to see you guys rush off.
MG: I honestly would enjoy continuing to chat, but I promised Leora I would attend Krav Maga class with her in the morning.
Me: No way...Malcolm Gladwell does Krav Maga? Forgive me if I sound like a chav here, but that is seriously funny.
Leora: His discipline and stamina is renowned in Krav Maga circles.....you guys DO know that Malcolm was a world-class track athlete in his youth
MG: Leora, this is not necessary, let's have dessert and talk about Michael's writing for a moment.
Me: (not believing my ears, but incapable of escaping my own fucking curiosity even to talk about myself) You were an athlete?
Leora: He IS an athlete.
Me: Have you met Usain Bolt?
Juliet: Michael how did you go there?
Michael: Well, I do know that Malcolm was a miler in his day actually (I Googled it...sorry to be cagey) and since he is of Jamaican heritage I figured he would have access to other Jamaican icons.
MG: Michael you are not afraid to ask what you would like to know. Have you done much interviewing?
Me: I just started earlier today at the coffee shop. (smiling)
(laughter)
Me: I really am curious about you because I have a nappy wig as well and I am wondering if perhaps your heritage might shed some light on my own unmanageable locks.....
(silence)
Me: I know your Jamaican family has Irish roots and since I have Irish roots as well I thought we might share some common ground...take a look at this (I went to my computer and pulled up the fro picture I have posted here)
[caption id="attachment_711" align="alignleft" width="199"] Rock On![/caption]
Leora: Oh my!...(seeming to be flustered and maybe even a little hot and bothered)...that wine got me when I stood up just then.
[caption id="" align="alignright" width="241"] Photo Courtesy of Gladwell.com[/caption]
MG: Yes, I was a miler in fact...and a good one. I was on the Canadian national team
Juliet: I thought you were Jamaican
Leora: He is, but only 1/2
MG: Are we going to start the "who is more Caribbean argument again?"
Leora: It is not really an argument, I am from St. John and you are 1/2 Jamaican and more than 1/2 Canadian
MG: Now that makes no sense at all.
Me: Leora. do you know Tim Duncan?
Leora: Just because he is the only celebrity anyone knows from the Virgin Islands, why do you ask if I know him?
MG: Because you do know him Leora, let's not deceive these people.
Leora: Just wait till tomorrow morning in session.
MG: Oh, you tried that again?
Leora: what do you mean?
MG: You tried that again?(becoming a little agitated)
Me: (laughing out loud)
MG and Leora: Why is this funny?
Me: You tried that again is a hilarious line from a video on YouTube
MG: How could that line be funny?
Me: Watch it (I go to my computer and pull up THIS video)
Leora: That was weird, why do you find it funny?
Juliet: He and his brother quote that thing all of the time. It is not funny at all nor was the stupid balloon hoax
MG: I actually want to interview the Heenes along with other famous Hoax-sters
Me: Is that what you are doing in Houston, interviewing BP and other great Hoax-sters of the last 20 years?
Leora: He is in Houston because of me.
MG: Now that is enough Leora...seriously..Michael and Juliet have better things to consider than us and our personal lives.
Leora: You brought up TD.
MG: Well, it was completely inappropriate
Juliet: (clearing throat) Wow honey, I have never had figs that just "popped" like this
Me: I think it is the lemon
MG: The pepper is amazing
Juliet: It is from Phu Quoc island in Vietnam.
Leora: Ahhh Vietnam, now I know why we are here.
MG: That is not it.
Leora: Then what is it? You and the SE Asian corridor...can you just sleep one night without needing to uncover yet another morsel of information?
Me: I am the same way Leora, curiosity never sleeps, it manifests itself in other capacities.
Juliet: Oh shit, here comes philosophy by Brunello
(huge laughter)
Me: Laugh it up honey, if I was not on this quest you would not have been to Italy 7 times in the past 4 years
Juliet: Then I might have still have some savings and a 780 credit rating, and...
Me: A boring life filled with DBs you meet at Sam's Boat
MG: I've been there
Me: I am sure that it was easy for you to remain anonymous there.
Leora: What do you mean?
Me: I am certain no one at Sam's Boat has ever read a page of one of his books.
Juliet: ahahahah, I am not sure anyone at Sam's Boat has read a book.
MG: You two sound like us. It is so easy to judge and yet I want very much to remain impartial to those thoughts.
Me: No you don't...really? Your work is so telling, yet you make judgements everyday.
MG: Now who sounds preachy?
Juliet: Yeah Michael, did you take a shot of asshole why you were cutting up Figs?
(laughter)
Leora: Seriously, I am loving these figs
Me: Tell me in a sentence or two what advice you would give me. I just got my first "don't quit your day job" and although it inspired me to persevere, it pissed me off too, and then of course came the what ifs of total failure.
MG: Do you enjoy writing Michael?
Me: Yes, very much
MG: Are you happy under your own direction.
Juliet: He is happy only that way.
MG: autonomy, complexity, and a connection between effort and reward - are, most people will agree, the three qualities that work has to have if it is to be satisfying.
Me: what about success, what about external reassurance?
MG: We have, as human beings, a storytelling problem. We're a bit too quick to come up with explanations for things we don't really have an explanation for. Good writing does not succeed or fail on the strength of its ability to persuade. It succeeds or fails on the strength of its ability to engage you, to make you think, to give you a glimpse into someone elses head.
Me: Now that, is what I am talking about
Juliet: Baby, this is what you do everyday..part2, but also part 1 of his statement.
Me: Oh, so now I explain myself too often?
Juliet: You sometimes try to make sense of things that just don't need sense, they just need shared.
Me: What the hell are you getting at?
Juliet: When I come home from work and tell you the tragedy of my day you always try to wrap it in a neat little package and all I really want is for you to hear it and let it wash over you. What I need most is compassion and not a solution to a problem.
Leora: Oh my God honey, if you think a man could understand that we would never fight and ...
MG: Leora has an excellent point. Arousal leaves us mind-blind
Me: I don't really follow
MG: We cling to the idea that success is a simple function of individual merit and that the world in which we all grow up and the rules we choose to write as a society don't matter at all.
Me: Now I am even more lost
Leora: It is obviously past his bedtime.
MG: Do not patronize me Leora...I am trying to share some insight with Michael and Juliet. Insight is not a lightbulb that goes off inside our heads. It is a flickering candle that can easily be snuffed out so don't interrupt my flow.(glaring at Leora) Now, where was I? Yes.. Research suggests that what we think of as free will is largely an illusion: much of the time, we are simply operating on automatic pilot, and the way we think and act – and how well we think and act on the spur of the moment – are a lot more susceptible to outside influences than we realize.
Me: So, you are saying that my need to correct Juliet's problems is a conditioned response?
MG: People are in one of two states in a relationship, The first is what I call positive sentiment override, where positive emotion overrides irritability. It’s like a buffer. Their spouse will do
something bad, and they’ll say, ‘Oh, he’s just in a crummy mood.’ Or they can be in negative sentiment
override, so that even a relatively neutral thing that a partner says gets perceived as negative.
(looks of confusion on mine and Juliet's face)
Leora: So he is quoting himself here folks, to explain how our perceptions of each other are cross-referenced by our perceptions of our spouses.
MG: At least I have well thought out arguments to quote and I am not shooting from the hip
Leora: Why don't you go back to your rehearsed statements as your improv leaves a lot to be desired
MG: I think we are out of here...
Me: I think THIS is already way out of here
(jovial, intoxicated, and bewildered laughter)
MG: Leora more than anyone, really craves empirical data on why I say or do the things I do.
Leora: That is you Malcolm (in her sweetest tone of the night) that needs data for every decision I make.
MG: It would be interesting to find out what goes on in that moment when someone looks at you and draws all sorts of conclusions
Me: Isn't that what we do Malcolm? All of us here? We are like those guys on the Muppet Show that sit up in the balcony and critique everyone, when we really just want to tell stories.
MG: That is it indeed Michael. I loved the Muppet Show
Me: John Denver's finest work as an actor
Juliet: Seriously, Have you seen Michael's blog?
Me: Honey!
Leora: Please, let her share
Me: They did not come here for this.
MG: Why did we come here then?
The room went silent and Gladwell looked at me just as he had done at Catalina, he seemed to look right through me to my workspace. I looked behind me and walked over to my desk and grabbed a pen and paper.
Me: Here is a link and if you find a moment to let me know your very honest thoughts I would be so honored.
MG: The key to good decision-making is not knowledge. It is the understanding. We are swimming in the former. We are desperately lacking in the latter.
Me: I think I made the best decision of the day when I invited you here (smiling).
Leora: Your best decision today was asking your wife to help.
Juliet: You are so sweet Leora
MG: Our first impressions are generated by our experiences and our environment, which means that we can change our first impressions . . . by changing the experiences that comprise those impressions. This is why I am here Michael, because you challenged me to change what I see by changing what I do. I do not accept dinner invitations from strangers, but I could no longer accept the hypocrisy of my ideals if I did not make this choice.
Me: One of my favorite quotes, "if you change the way you look at things, the things you look at will change."
MG: Wayne Dyer
Me: You know it
Leora: He has way too many holes in his Swiss Cheese.
MG: Leora hates Wayne
Leora: I just think he is schmarmy.
Juliet: He is so sweet but I never trust anyone with a cul-de-sac.
MG: What?
Me; The haircut that is receding and leaves an area for parking but a dead-end for sure.
Leora: Oh wow, that is a cul-de-sac
MG: I will read your blog, I cannot promise I will keep up with it, but I look forward to the experience...by the way, has anyone ever told you that you should consider opening a restaurant?
Me: The same assholes that told me I should have been a lawyer.
MG: OK, retract that one...
(laughter)
Me: Seriously, if I did it for money I would not love it anymore.
MG: If you work hard enough and assert yourself, and use your mind and imagination, you can shape the world to your desires.
Me: What the Bleep do we Know?
Leora: Nope, Malcolm Gladwell
Juliet: Look, I am at my Tipping Point, I am either tipping another bottle or I am tipping my eye-lids and crashing.
(Huge Laughter)
Leora: Let's go Malcolm
MG: This was fun...good....time
Me: Have fun at Krav Maga
(laughter)
Juliet: You guys know the way down?
Me: I will walk them
MG: No, we have it...no need
Me: I will send you an email when I have a first draft
MG: I would like that, but I cannot promise I will read it. I hope you will understand.
Juliet: He does, and thank you for coming.
MG Are you kidding, this was great...that risotto is something else. I am not going back to Otto for a while when I get home.
Me: That is high praise
MG: Batali is never there. (whispering) This was much better.
Me and Juliet: G'night guys...ciao! drive safely
MG and Leora: Thank you (they quickly went to elevator and were gone)
I looked at Juliet and she looked at me. What the fuck just happened was the first thought I had.
Juliet: Wow, she was tall
Me: I loved her shoes
Juliet: Jimmy Choo, I saw the label as she was stretching her feet under the table.
Me: Schmee, you are one nosy little biscuit...he never answered anything about his hair
Juliet: That was way out there Michael...way out there
Me: No it wasn't, he fucking loved me
Juliet: He was scared to death of you
Me: He should have been...
Juliet: Honey....
Me: What's goin on?! (in Bristolspeak accent)
Juliet: I am surprised you have not put this all over Facebook
Me: I am right now..he didn't say we couldn't
Juliet: He asked for discretion
Me: I didn't invite Bobby and Marisa or Einar and Suzanne..no one bothered him while he was here, and he only checked his phone like twice. Plus, he said he may not read my stuff, so he likely doesn't give a rats if he ever sees us again.
Juliet: My god you are so dramatic
Me: Why don't you go clean something or make me a coffee?
Juliet: Uhhh..I worked all day remember
Me: So did I, who cooked this fucker? Who found Gladwell?
Juliet: Well he was your friend.
Me: My friend...ahahahahah..that is just ridiculous...he didn't give a shit about us...I am going to write my book and not even Malcolm New Yorker Gladwell will stop me...I am posting this shit right now
Juliet: You are off the chain tonight Michael
Me: That's right..damn the torpedoes...
Dear FB friends, stay tuned for my blog post about my amazing encounter with Malcolm Gladwell...{UPDATE}
Juliet: Did you post it?
Me: You bet your ass
Juliet: This might get weird
Me: I hope so