Yes, tonight is the night I go to Bill Gates' home for a BBBQ (the extra B is for Billionaire). Unfortunately
security is pretty tight, so I won't be allowed to bring my camera, backpack or purse (assuming I even had a purse that
went with these shoes). I will also have to empty my pockets, and possibly undergo a body cavity search. But it will
all be worth it to sit with the upper-crust of society and dine on condor-egg omelettes and Komodo Dragon cutlets.
A guy I met here at Microsoft thought the animal was called a
kimono dragon. I guess that's the Japanese
equivalent of the trouser snake.
But I digress. I just hope Bill won't skimp on the food and serve us hot dogs and potato salad.
I'm under the impression
there will be a Q&A session, in which I had better ask a real doozy of a question. Maybe if I impress him
enough he will immediately hire me on as Senior VP. Or maybe he'll just nod and smile knowingly right before releasing the hounds
on my ass.