  Weekend Fling Fun So I met a charming fella last night at Sidetrack. He was born in South Africa, he grew up in London and he lives in Rome -- so he has a fabulous accent and an educated worldview (and he confirmed my suspicion that Dubya is little more than a moronic child with dangerous toys in the eyes of all thinking Europeans).
Anyway, Tony and I were all smiles (and hands) from the moment we bumped into each other. Amid the effortless conversation and ready laughs and irresistible urge to suck face, we had a great evening together. And suddenly it was 2 in the morning and I knew my alarm was going to go off in four and a half hours -- assuming I made it home -- to kick off yet another week of long-ass workdays in the wonderful world of advertising. Tony is winging his way back to Rome as I write this, but we already have plans to hook up when he's back in Chicago in May.
And he said he'll come up and spend time with Bob and me in London and Paris this fall -- assuming our initial glow hasn't worn off by then. In the mean time, I'm struggling to survive a long day on almost no sleep. And I kinda like it. 
