Forget First Class

We’d like to thank Denise for sharing the following story.

In the late 90’s I was flying home from Newark, NJ back to Minneapolis, after a long work week away from my son. We used to fly out whenever we could get bumped from Business Class to First Class, so in this case we were flying home at almost midnight (just to get those awesome seats and some coffee with Bailey’s for free). First class was PACKED, but the coach cabin was almost completely empty.

We were about to take off, when Bill Murray suddenly appeared in the cabin to general whispered freak out. He took one look at the 7 of 8 First Class seats, then the 100+ wide open Coach seats, and blew past us to sit in the back. I didn’t blame him a bit. Continue reading

Prince Mission Impossible in St. Paul

We’d like to thank John for sharing the following story.

It was the Fall of 1996. As I was showing the ballroom of the Saint Paul Hotel to a group of five people for a future wedding, I heard a voice call out, “John, John are you there?” Wearing a black baseball cap, Bill Murray walked into the promenade and, moments later, he and I stood face to face. Graciously he pardoned himself, and then asked, “Hey, John, could you help me with something?” The group I was escorting didn’t mind being interrupted by such a celebrity as Mr. Murray.

st paul saintsStanding in the doorway of the ballroom, he came up with one of the most bizarre requests I’d ever heard. The St. Paul Saints were in the Northern League Baseball playoffs and, as one of the principal owners, he was staying at the hotel to attend the team’s final game of the series. “John” he said, “can you get a hold of the phone number for Prince, I want to call him and give him tickets to the game tonight”. As a true concierge, I said, “I’ll do my best”. Continue reading