By working girls, we don't mean hookers, though these will infiltrate the Doubletree as well. She is a tall, thin woman of a decent age (48) who is all legs and poise and attitude.
(It gets a little tricky, because the and the "working girls" tend to dress alike. We meet several weeks before All-Star weekend over a too precious breakfast at Philadelphia's Lacroix restaurant at the Rittenhouse Hotel to talk about blow jobs and basketball players.
You don’t read the newspaper; it’s expensive and the news is never good. You skip straight to the comics and read without laughing. You remember when you were ten, you’d sketched some pretty realistic-looking horses.
When I hear about a girl's man, I'm assuming we probably shouldn't be on that date period.
If she literally can't keep his name out of her mouth for a couple of hours, it makes me feel like she's clearly not over past issues.
On All-Star weekend, guests of the Doubletree are asked to sign a "no-party policy" form ("If we learn that a party is in progress…we will reserve the right…to IMMEDIATELY evict the occupants").
At the lobby bar, an enormous sign has been erected: welcome nba all-star fans.