Well here I was driving in Los Angeles on my way to meet some very important people in the entertainment capital of the world: Beverly Hills, California. I felt good. I had rented a new 2005 Mustang Convertible and tried to shed any notion I lived in Dallas, Texas.
As I turned into the Beverly Wilshire Hotel I was immediately shocked when I saw about 10 willing valets and belhops ready to attend to my every need. Now I must tell you I was looking good. No, I was looking very good. I had a hip blue shirt on with the french cuffs unbuttoned and new striped slacks that Rod Stewart would appreciate. Then it happened...
I pulled to a stop at the door. I put the top back up on the car and got out. And there she was. A beautiful young woman was standing there smiling at me. Now I could have been her dad. You know what I mean? So don't get any screwy ideas rolling around in your head. She expressed: "Wow, cool outfit. You look very nice!" Okay, I admit it. I was flattered and my ego was stroked. This young lady had made my day! Maybe I could have been her father... or maybe I still had "it"!! Regardless, it was a great feeling.
So I took my ticket and strutted a little more (now that I had been complimented so...) over to the front door. I was feeling pretty cool right up to the point I tripped up the 2 steps to the door.
And then the moment was gone. Back to reality...
I couldn't help but laugh...and no, I didn't turn around to see who was laughing with me. Suddenly that old familiar bible verse came to mind..."Pride goeth before a fall."
Next week I'm in Tulsa.....I'm not worried....
