Tuesday, December 16, 2003

Gheorghe: The Encounter

It seems only fitting I can post on this blog, as I have met the man of the hour, though briefly and ages ago. Few can appreciate the joy of a chance encounter with the man-child Gheorghe, but the reader(s) of this blog may. As I exited a New York City Italian restaurant, bloated and stinking of red wine, I began walking towards our next watering hole. As I reached the intersection, I inquired of the group I'm with as to whether the lamp post across the street was moving towards us. The Walk signal is flashing - time to hustle before Akbar runs me down in his cab - as the street lamp came closer, I realize it is none other than My Giant. Thinking quickly, I tap him on his waist (almost head high mind you) and say, straight-faced, "Hey Gheorghe, you, Little Italy, ironic huh?" His 5'4" interpreter simply looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and moved on, Big George curiously looking over his shoulder at me. And thus ended my brush with ghreatness.

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