11-04-2015, 03:17 PM
Greg wasn't into the snacks. I kind of was, but I was still reeling from the rebuff from Fung. I tried some lobster-stuffed mushroom and it was horrible. I figured I better stick with the Black Label.
So there we were, Greg and I, looking quite out of place amongst the Hollywood glitterati. Worthy of note: Greg was the only person there sporting a tie. I was feeling good about my Jackie Chan label shirt, but no one in the room even knew JC has a clothing line, except maybe Fung and he wasn't going to mention it. Greg was quick enough to spot John Favreau, which was rather cool. I spotted Diana Inosanto (her dad was a contemporary of Bruce Lee) but I doubted it was her and she escaped before I even thought about approaching her. So there we were, hovering about our little standing bar table, feeling awkward, when a stage mom of Ally steps up and begins chatting us up. I suppose it's equally awkward being a stage mom, but stage mom's don't care. Ally is just a teen and the conversation is mediocre at best. Soon the stage mom was looking for an escape, realizing we really had nothing for her.
Again, we were left alone and Greg keeps poking at me to do something aside from drink Black label...
So there we were, Greg and I, looking quite out of place amongst the Hollywood glitterati. Worthy of note: Greg was the only person there sporting a tie. I was feeling good about my Jackie Chan label shirt, but no one in the room even knew JC has a clothing line, except maybe Fung and he wasn't going to mention it. Greg was quick enough to spot John Favreau, which was rather cool. I spotted Diana Inosanto (her dad was a contemporary of Bruce Lee) but I doubted it was her and she escaped before I even thought about approaching her. So there we were, hovering about our little standing bar table, feeling awkward, when a stage mom of Ally steps up and begins chatting us up. I suppose it's equally awkward being a stage mom, but stage mom's don't care. Ally is just a teen and the conversation is mediocre at best. Soon the stage mom was looking for an escape, realizing we really had nothing for her.
Again, we were left alone and Greg keeps poking at me to do something aside from drink Black label...
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