So this dinner haz been kinda weird already with CN cryin in his beer and then sorta kinda hitting on me right in front of anyone but I am sitting right next 2 Weber, and by tha way, if u told me 4 months ago that I would b sitting next 2 1 of tha biggest hedge fund traders on tha street at a dinner table, I wuld say u were nutz. So here I am sitting next 2 this famous fucker who they always talk about on TV and he iz a fuckin oracle. So tha oracle himself iz sittin here and not sayin a word. Nothin. He has said maybe 2 more thingz than me. How weird iz that? Im sittin next 2 this famous dude who’s smarter than me and 4 sure everyone else at tha table including Tod and he’s silent. Booner will ax him a question and he’ll just sit there mute. I mean, what r u going 2 do? After a while Boone Dog stopped axin him questions and jus let him sit there and after dinner was over put him in tha back of a town car and sent him off 2 tha 203. If I thought about it I would have been more worried and if I thought about it I wouldve been paying closer attention 2 Boone Dog who u can tell iz worried if hez worried. Weber iz his gravy train. He likes 2 say that if x or y happenz then tha kidz dont get tha G.I. Joe with tha kung-fu grip, well, if Weber offs himself Boone Dog might b licking envelopes somewhere instead of slangin stock options. How fragile everything iz.

Well, after I ate enough steak 2 fatten my ass up Boone Dog took his leave and went back 2 his plantation and Tod and CN were just gettin revved up seemed like they wanted 2 go off someplace 2 talk about pussy but of all tha weird things Tod invited me along. In retrospect it was a bad idea but as I said I like Tod and CN was harmless and they were tellin sum pretty funny jokes. So we headed round tha corner 2 Tha Perfect Pint and I started 2 drink Guinness Guiness. I only weigh about 90-95 pounds and there isn’t much danger of me getting fat but I see why these guyz worry about their weight all tha time goin out to client dinnerz and all. Well, I am drinking Guiness and these guys start doing shots one then two then three, Patron, of course, which iz a cliché then Jager which got me rolling my eyes big time. Still I see tha point. U go out with your broker or your trader and u get Shitfaced Drunk and then u can trust tha guy tha next morning 2 handle your order. Well, I am a girl so I am not going 2 get shitfaced drunk, that never leads 2 anything good, I may b only 23 but I wuz not thrown off tha back of tha turnip truck yesterday or whatever that saying iz. Guyz are guyz and they will try what guyz try. But I am drunk enough 2 look at Tod and 2 want Tod and not want Tod cuz he iz good at this cuz he iz 2 good at this. Tod makes everything look eazy, even makes getting drunk look eazy, even makes comforting a sad divorced trader bear look eazy. There are thousands and thousands of smart ppl out there but many of them do not make it look eazy, they make it look hard. That iz not attractive. I bet Derek Jeter getz laid all tha time. Tod iz tha Derek Jeter of listed options trading.