This Situation is Escaladin' Outta Control

So, yeah, in response to Geoff's post about our various catastrophes - because we had no meeting I was, in fact, able to stay until about, oh, midnight or so, to finish up a presentation my company was making to Crown Royal this morning. While this was not necessarily my desired turn of events, two good things came out of it: 1) I had dinner ordered for me from Pastis, which is one of those faux-French type places so common in the Meatpacking District that serves greasy, heavy DELICIOUS french food. I had fries with mayo and a sliced steak, onions & gruyere sandwich. Rock star. 2) I got two ride home in a fucking Escalade.

By way of explanation, if you work past 9 at my company, you're entitled to call the company car service to get a ride home. The car we called just happened to be this big ol' black shiny Escalade with all leather on the inside, and our driver was all superclassy looking with a suit and tie on. It was dope. And not that I'm overly impressed with blinging, but there was something kinda extravagant and fun about it. Heehee. I kinda feel like I'm now one step closer to my dream of renting this all white Escalade with white leather seats and rolling up to one of our gigs in it. Ah. One day.

Uh, but on the downside, I'm a tired fucking zombie Stefan today.