He's not kidding either. Three years ago at VF, I showed Chris an old Skip Weston I had that was a 6 points of tulipwood into ebony.
Within seconds, the entire room seemed to disappear (note I said "seemed"), Barry White filled both of our ears, and we were locked in a long passionate embrace as his hands worked their way down the small of my back onto my ass.
Marcus and Spanky turned to each other, dropped their cues (a high end Tasc and a high end White respectively) and ran in slow motion towards each other with open arms before locking in a hug that transcended Platonic love.
JimBo and Fred stopped bickering at one another and Fred slowly placed his hand in Jim's and they disappeared into the elevator.
A few minutes later, Roger picked up my Skip and threw it back in my case. Once it was out of sight, the Barry White record stopped, the magic left the air, and I looked at Chris and he back at me wondering if what had happened actually happened. Marcus and Mike stared at each other as if they were ashamed. Jim came out of the elevator holding Fred's hand, heard the record go silent, and turned to Fred and the bickering once again persued. The whole room was stunned into silence.
To this day, we all swore we would never speak of what happened there.
...But I just moved so none of them no where to find me! So I'm in the clear!!!
...By the way, nice cue Roger. Let me know how it hits. Once of these days, we'll meet up at Jim's and play for a while.
