Um, guys? It’s only my second day on Twitter and I’ve already won it. I tweeted with Sam Elliott (@thesamelliott, who tweets just like how he speaks) and arranged to have his namesake cocktail at the Old Gold. And it’s all legally binding because it’s on Twitter. Right? I’m a noob, but I think that’s totally how it works. Please take a moment to imprint this beautiful exchange on your brain pan.
Then I smoothly twatted:
Okay, I may have lost my cool here.
Then Ezra and Todd Mecklam started hogging the conversation, so we didn’t get a chance to set up a time, but I’m just going to head over to the Old Gold right now in case Sam’s waiting for me. Hold my calls—I won’t be leaving my barstool until he shows up. Please don’t tell Steve or Erik about this drink date, they’d probably show up and hog Sam Elliott all night.
ONCE AGAIN, TODD RUINS EVERYTHING.
Dammit Todd!
Well, update? Did he actually show?
Ha! It was just a funny. I’m not really at Old Gold. I wish.
I refuse to believe Todd’s desperate neediness smothered something that other people had once found fun.
I tweeted directly to Mr. Elliott, and wasn’t involved in any coversation about “The Mercury” or absinthe and root beer at all. Not my fault if you’re all obsessed with me.
Also, I told him Bar of the Gods is where all the cool people go.
Remember when the 1201 was the place to go?