I was havin a baller evening with my friends while celebrating my birthday at the Hudson Hotel bar. We were putting our drankz on some German dude's hotel room bill (he offered?) and dancin up a storm until people told us to get down off the couches. Someone said Cuba Gooding Jr. was there, so I was like where he be!? I saw you, posse-less, sitting down with some guy, Mr. Manager, standing right behind you. I saw you signing stuff in front of some chicks, so I figured it was equal opportunity. I sat down right in front of you on the couch, and your manager looked at me quizzically, then looked at you for a yes or no, and you gave him a head shake "no." Mr. Manager looked at me and nodded a big fat "NOPE SORRY." So, dejected, I got up and slumped away as much as one can slump while dancing and drinking.
Ten minutes go by and Mr. Manager catches my eye, he waves me over like "pardy?" I grabbed my two friends and we resumed the spot in front of you. We told you it was my birthday, and for the rest of the evening you periodically raised your glass and yelled/cheersed "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Bottle service happened, and around 1a.m. you asked us if we wanted to go to another clerb*. We followed you out of the bar and down the street to another bar where we jumped the line and immediately got seated/more bottle service...it was so fuggin legit. I faked taking shotz cause I was tired town, and eventually we got "thrown out."
If you see this, would you say playing the driver of the Lucille Ball tour bus in Rat Race was your most demanding role to date?
