This is the inside of PJ Clark’s, one of the center’s of the ad world
in NYC. They gave me a really bad table, because clearly I am nobody
in this world. Fair enough. But I just know that there’s going to be
hell to play when my “dates” get here. Andrew won’t mind. He’s a mild
mannered Canadian. But my other pal is freakin advertising royalty, a
man so famous he can’t be named…and must be reseated. Immediately!
We shall see what happens and I will keep u posted.

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