OK, so it was Friday night, about 10:45 p.m. (Central Daylight Time) and my cell phone rang.? It was Mark.? Not highly unusual, but slightly–he usually doesn’t call that late, unless it’s an emergency or something.? I figured something major had happened.
Here’s what I heard:
“John?? Hey.? I’m in Vegas.? And I’m sitting across the table from Andrew Lloyd Webber.? And he’s ugly as hell.”
Now, how often do you get a call like that?