Look…it’s kind of you to invite me to your events, and tastings, and dinners, and what have you, but while I have you here, I’d like to make clear that I’ll no longer be taking part in meals on the ground. It’s 2011, and from here on out, unless you plan on wooing me 50 meters above the Willamette River, don’t bother wooing me at all. Since apparently I have to do your job for you, may I direct your attention to Dinner In The Sky, the fanciest, most thrilling dinner party on (or in the general vicinity of) earth. Video here.
This applies as well to anyone who was going to invite me to a dance party or an electric-violin performance.
um…what happens when ya gotta make wee wee? Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
If the crane collapses, fun call to your insurance company. “Yes, I’d like to report that my car was just crushed by a falling dinner party. Hello? HELLO?”
I think they are taking the Oregon open meeting law a bit to literally.
I could eat for a year for the 1000€ per plate price.
In Vegas baby you can eat rubber chicken for about $300.
No non-meat meals.
Just how DO you go weewee?
The seats hang out over the edge without a floor so you can pee on the peons below. Depends.
The thought of some idiot paying $1,300 and then realizing after ten minutes up there that they really have to pee is pretty fucking hilarious.
Those guys giving away “free” ski vacations in exchange for hearing their crappy salespitch are salivating. “No Escape….Mwuah HaHa!”