[Slowhand] What happens in Chicago...
sliskow at houston.rr.com
Wed Aug 8 12:29:15 EDT 2007
Are you sure this wasn't a recent dream or has it taken you this long to
come back to earth to relate this story.
From: Steve Proctor [mailto:drpr at earthlink.net]
Sent: Tuesday, August 07, 2007 11:49 PM
To: Slowhand Digest
Subject: [Slowhand] What happens in Chicago...
...stays in Chicago. Well, OK, this story is too good not to share.
I was sitting at an outdoor restaurant enjoying my meal and the beautiful
weather. It was pleasant enough watching the people go by. Then suddenly
everything changed from serene to surreal. I thought for a moment that my
burger had hallucinogenic mushrooms. But no - it actually was Eric Clapton
walking toward me.
Not wanting to call attention to him or interrupt him during a private
time, I refrained from saying anything to him. I tried hard not to stare as
I puzzled over why Eric Clapton and his two companions were standing five
feet from me. Then I realized they were waiting for a table.
It was at that moment that I decided I should go on a diet.
I walked over to the group and said "Eric, I'm finished eating. Would you
gentlemen like my table?" He replied "Oh, that's most gracious of you!" I
tried to thank him for the upcoming Crossroads Guitar Festival but he was
already sitting down - in the very seat I had just vacated!
I can now truthfully say that I once warmed up for Eric Clapton!
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