Checking into the Admiral Club in Chicago tonight I noticed a guy behind the check in counter that looked familar. And as soon as he spoke, that voice, and the blonde hair there was no doubt that Owen Wilson was standing in front of me.
And now, an Aussie named Tas (Sat backwards, as he said) just bought me a drink. And cheek kissed me three times.
Damn, why couldn't I have seen Tas and kissed Owen Wilson?
Thursday, November 30, 2006
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