I'll tell you a funny story. Last night I went to one of those restaurants that feast on the egos of the rich and famous. The room is often filled with people who you would probably know if you saw their faces on the front page of some tabloid or business publication. It's amazing that there's enough air to breathe in there, let alone eat, with so many great narcissists sucking the oxygen out of the atmosphere.
The place is rather small, with a bar in one small entry room and a bigger room past the portal of glory. People enter, remove their coats, and are then ushered at varying rates of speed to their thrones. I arrived at 7:30 to meet my friends for an 8:00 PM reservation. We were to be a group of three and only one of them was there, my pal Dworkin.
"I wonder if they could seat us a little early," he said as we were finishing our drinks at about 7:45. I peered into the dining room, which was virtually empty. "Give it a try," I said. He returned from his chat with the maitre d'. "He says they're still setting it up," he said...