Jan 21
Tomorrow night (tonight, really…) the Aladdin plays host to the finals of the Miss America competition, being held outside of Atlantic City for the first time ever and conveniently in my own backyard. I have a friend coming to town for the competition because one of his good friends, “is sleeping with Miss Iowa.” Although tickets for the show are sold out he is working on getting backstage passes. I instructed him that if he is able to find an extra pass I am willing to trade it for VIP passes to the Pussycat Lounge at Caesar’s. Though that may be a stretch, at the very least I hope to find my way to one of the competition after-parties.
I was instructed on several occasions that even more important than the education I should garner at Northwestern was the network of friends that I should contstruct. Try and become one of those guys who knows a guy. Naturally I took that advice about as seriously as the latest change in the Homeland Security threat level. I always figured that down the road I would be the guy that other people would want to know. Even as I languish in Las Vegas suburbia, whilest my friends excel at their various graduate schools, I can’t shake that conceited notion.
Still, from time to time it’s nice to know a guy who knows a guy.