Fred has done 200 such shows in the past year. He is on national news quite often, and if you want more info on him navigate over to his facebook page. He was being interveiwed for a piece about a new lawsuit against the McDonald’s Corporation involving a scalding cup of hot chocolate supposedly spilled on the plaintiff's daughter. Liz Wiehl, a regular commentator on the show, got to make the case for McDonalds, and Fred was commenting pro-plaintiff. He was not too happy about this but Liz got first dibs since she is a regular.
Fred and I have been friends for 15 years since I met him while working at Woodcock Washburn as a patent attorney's assistant. We have been on more than a few adventures together, and it could even be said that Fred got me fired from said law firm, although that's a story for another time and besides, I passionately hated that job anyway. It could be said that it was the reason I opted not to go to law school.
|the view from the backseat as we raced towards the studio|
As for me, I opened my cooler, chomped down some chips and homemade hummus, and cracked open a bottle of Trois Pistoles. What the heck, I had earned it, I had had my first real bike ride today in 2 months and rode a very painful and hilly 60 miles. Then I forgot to eat lunch. Andrez, our polish driver, was doing his damn best making the good calls regarding lane changes and swift accelerations but we only made it by minutes. We got through secuty and literally they came running down to usher us upstairs and Fred was rushed into makeup 5 minutes before air time. I walked into the "Green Room" and they were airing a piece about those Sketchers sneakers that were supposed to tone up your legs just by walking around in them. Please, these women need to get their asses on a bike if they want their legs toned. The woman who had ushered us in offered me cookies or a beverage. She was standing next to me, and of course I had to mutter, a bit too loudly, "that is such bullshit."
"shhh" she warned, "The Sketchers folks are standing right behind us."
Ooops. "Sorry", I said flashing my apologetic smile. I changed the subject to the fact that we had made it by the skin of our teeth. "Our limo driver was really good, " I said, "or we would never have gotten him here on time."
|grabbing dinner in a bag and heading back South|
|me in "the green room"--do I look like I voted for Obama?|