The Enquirer had a little party last evening for those employees who contributed to the Fine Arts Fund campaign at the Leadership level. As you may have seen in an earlier post, I did a print for the FAF campaign that I signed and personalized for all the Leadership givers in the city, over 1000 (I got blisters on my fingers!!) so my wife and I got to schmooze at McCormick and Schmick's private party room overlooking the square with the invited guests and celebs.
We immediately found ourselves talking with Bengals coach Marvin Lewis. This is my second time meeting the coach and I'm still unable to say anything intelligent in his presence. Suzanne and Marvin, on the other hand, share a vibe and they talked and talked about college shopping, family time and whether a teenager should have a new or used car (they both agreed -- used). I imagine it's a relief for a guy like Marvin, two days after the draft, to have a conversation about anything non-football. Meanwhile, I tried very hard to not be the guy at the party who asks all the buffoonish questions (see recent post).
By the way, I wondered all the while what the coach thought of my cartoon of him from that morning's Enquirer and silently congratulated him for not making it the topic of discussion. Turns out there was a good reason: he hadn't seen it.
