Yes, it's true, yours truly along with a dozen other cohorts were fill-ins last night during the filming of the new Bond movie. Bond, James Bond was not in the scene, but rather his character was played by a smashing new actor who was often distracted with the lighting of his cigar. Admittedly, it was a rather feeble attempt at securing Grammies in the future, but the scene was set perfectly...
...in she walked, her stilettos sounding evidence of her arrival on that dreary evening. The group seemed innocent enough as they reclined on the overstuffed black leather couches in one of the rooms off of the main bar area; nor were they overly dressed to give evidence of the immaculate condition of their pretense d profession. The lawyer friend played his part well while sipping on scotch and charming the others with his chivalrous actions. Nothing appeared out of place in the smoke filled rooms where various midwestern clad urbanites enjoyed the specialty martinis...
Oh yeah, left you hanging, like one of those pick your own ending books. Take it where you will but know that the true climax involved three large Hotbox Pizzas and scrumptious breadsticks with cheese dip at 2ish am eastern standard time. A good story always needs resolution after the climax you say? well, resolute this...very large greasy pizza plus late at night plus sleeping shortly after equals waking up feeling greasy and happy and making multiple trips to el bano in the first 4 hours of waking...was it worth it, every minute of it!:) The joy I felt to be able to bond (and pretend to be in a James Bond movie) with people who our interaction lately had been confined to the square feet alotted us in our beloved Hall rm 150 was awesome. Thank you downtown, thank you waitress who needed more cloth on the top part of her dress, thank you Lord for conversations that develop no matter the location, thank you pizza makers who stay up till 3:30am on weekends, thank you no to sunshine and body's built in clocks that wake one up at 8 and every half hour thereafter until you give in and peel yourself out of bed...man, it's tough being a Bond Girl;)
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