Not quite Wrigley Field.
“I think I saw some ivy out in the parking lot.”
Where are you?
“Inside.”
Can you give me any more details than that?
“Nope. Wait: I am slightly elevated.”
Okay, hold on, lemme see if I can figure this out.
…
Ohh, I see. This is a charity event organized by a guy named Kimball Musk.
“That’s the after-shave my wife, Lilian Monster, buys me every Christmas.”
No, it’s Elon Musk’s brother.
“Ah. Well, yeah. Everything makes sense now.”
What?
“I got in the Tesla this afternoon to go run some errands and, uh, the car drove me here by itself. Tried getting out at a red light, but the doors wouldn’t unlock.”
Wow.
“And when I got here, I was wearing this hat.”
It’s a nice hat.
“Goes with the sandals.”
That’s what we’re all thinking, yeah.
The percussionist kept listening intently to Bob all night, trying to figure out what chords Bob was playing, so he could play in an appropriate key.
“the car drove me here by itself”
fantastic. no wonder he’s selling it
http://www.sfgate.com/entertainment/article/Bob-Weir-Grateful-Dead-Tesla-charity-auction-11719194.php