Home to Utah for Turkey Day

Dad and Me = Utes Tailgate


This year, my friend was kind enough to offer me a ticket to Utah to go home. He was heading home and had a buddy pass. The dates were hard to get right around Thanksgiving, so it ended up being a long stay in Utah and we took the doggies so they wouldn't have to be kenneled. At the airport, the flight was delayed. So, we went to the crown room or presidents club or whatever it's called and drank rum. This was my first time going to the crown room. I had no idea you could get free drinks like this - which was nice because the delay caused some stress and it took the edge off.

The funniest part about the whole crown room experience was the crowd. There were tons of people there because of the delays. I never thought this could happen, but it did: So, I mosey on up to the bar to get a drink and while I am waiting this guy starts talking to me. HE TRIES TO PICK ME UP... AT THE AIRPORT. I'm all ghetto'd out to get on a plane - have been standing in line shuffling dogs around the airport and am annoyed and irriated, just need a friggin drink. By far, it wasn't my best day or best look. It was hilarious.

While in Utah, I did get the pleasure of going to tailgate before a Utes game. Here's the thing... my dad and I went up there to tailgate but he had a party planned that night and we couldn't stay. So, we just tailgated and left when the game started.

Spent Turkey Day with Kenny, Denise and dad. Drank too much wine. It was a good time.

Olympic Deja Vu

Within the span of about a week, two of my old co-worker friends came in to town for work related travel. I worked with both of them in sports broadcasting for the 2002 Olympics in Salt Lake City. I hadn't seen either in about 5 years so it was completely ironic that they were both in town for separate jobs in such a short span of time.

Dan, my friend from Canada, I used to like to call Dan Canadian. It was a play on the word DAMN Canadian. He spends most of his time in Beijing planning olympic broadcasting stuff there. And Mike, well I just called him Mike. He works for the HBO Boxing Circuit. They both travel for work all over the world and I knew that some day one of them had to end up here in NY for something.

My work schedule was pretty busy that week with lots of international IPOs, but I did get to squeeze in a little time. Dan and I went to a diner for breakfast as that was the only time we could both meet up. Dragging my ass out of bed on a Saturday morning at 630am is painful, but I hadn't seen my friend in a long time. Mike's gig was at MSG (Madison Square Gardens for you non-New Yorkers) and my girlfriend Maggie and I stopped by to say hello. There is a funny little side story here.

So, we get there and Mike has press passes lined up for us to get in to see some of the boxing match. We both had passes for guys - Maggie was "BOB" and she insisted that her name should really be Bobbette. I was Majid or something like that. I didn't have any insistance on being called anything else because I don't know how to feminize that name. Thanks Mike for hookin' us up pimp style ringside. It was the coolest thing and my friend Maggie now things I am the *shit*. Also, for all the single ladies out there - I recommend boxing matches. TONS OF MEN and very little competition. I've been searching online to find out all the dates for the next matches - ok, not really, but I cannot say that the thought hasn't crossed my mind.

Here are pics from both visits.