So it’s 10:30 pm West Coast time, my roomie is asleep and my cell phone rings. Dadadadadadada! I scramble to find it and answer it as fast as I can so as not to wake her, and tiptoe into the well appointed bathroom, whispering “hello…hold on”.
A male voice on the other end is saying in an unmistakable southern accent “I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you!”
Finally I make my way into the water closet and talk in a normal voice. It’s Stacy McCain, in a cab on his way in from the airport to the Venetian Hotel where we are staying for the RightOnline conference.
“What’s going on?” he asks, obviously looking for a party. Unfortunately, Mr. Fedora is not going to find one here. “Barbara’s in bed asleep,” I tell him, and I’m down for the count too.
“Whaddya mean?!” he asks incredulously. “Where is everybody?”
“I don’t know,” I answer. “Maybe down at one of the bars.”
“Alright”, he says hanging up, somewhat annoyed that he’s not getting the social scene he’s looking for.
Robert Stacy McCain is a trip. If you don’t know him, you’re missing an experience. Meet Mr. Fedora. Looks like he found his party after all.
You’re the greatest, Andrea!