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I dined with The Concierge last evening for the first time since the Unpleasantries. His temperament was typically foul, but we eventually found common-ground near the bottom of a large bottle of red and began chatting like giddy school-chums. The night was passing swimmingly until I, lips loosened by the wine, made a passing, derogatory remark about Boyz II Men's first LP 'Cooleyhighharmony'. At this, tensions heightened noticeably and he muttered something about my tastes being suspect. Figuring this to be an attack on my new found professional life, I bade him good-day.

I was still so distraught the next morning that when "the band" asked for a quotation for their "press kit", I hollered a string of near-random vulgarities and made a personal remark about the Beatle-haired boy's weight.