Mark will be able to recognize me at the hotel bar on the night of the 29th.
I’ll be the guy with a Miller Lite in his hand who stops, gets on the ground and proceeds to bow before him and chant “I’m not worthy, I’m not worthy.”
He’ll remember that. For better or worse, nobody who has ever met me will forget it.
Fudd, please be sure to tell Mark. When I stand up, I want him to say, “Oh, you’re that loon Eric Blair from FR.”