02-23-03 - 8:12 a.m.
business dinner with wine charm guy. i wanted to finish the details of my contract in the restaurant, but people were waiting for tables.
if i promise not to jump your bones, he said, will you come to my office?
(keep in mind, this is a man whose idea of an 'office' is a snazzy condo with a fax machine by the bed.)
i went to his 'office' and while we were brainstorming ideas for the hotel, my crazy friend dereka, whose cell phone voice can echo across three continents, called.
tell him to keep his wang in his pants! she hollered.