One Unbelievable Elevator Ride, Part 2

So there I was, walking down the 10th floor hallway of my building, with Bill Murray; who happened to be wearing a white dinner jacket that had been stained red with wine. It was either very late at night or very early in the morning, depending on how you want to look at it. For people like me that habitually work late nights, most of us are calling it a day by this time and going to bed. And for the early risers, 4am is usually too early.

Then there are the rest of the people who live in my building, the 75% majority where 4am is just too absurd of a time to even consider being awake, especially on a weekday. My point is, this is not the time or the place to have a raucous party by any means. Unless Bill Murray is in town, I thought as I noticed he was now taking swigs from a bottle of Harveys Bristol Cream. Continue reading