Last night, Mr. Rilch and Boss had a meeting at a client’s house to discuss a video project they’re working on. This client is a fairly well-known actor; you’d probably recognize the name, not that I’m going to mention it. He’s also very soft-spoken, but with a core of toughness that sometimes shows through the veneer.
Anyway, Mr. Rilch and Boss left yesterday evening to get there at 9, and came back at 1am or so, with “Zack” in tow. (Zack lives in our building, and sometimes assists them on projects.) Mr. Rilch seemed a bit grim, and told me sotto voce that this was because of Boss’s Tipsy McStagger condition, which I could clearly see. We all hung out for about an hour, talking about the meeting and watching the AI results show, which I had recorded. Then Zack left, Mr. Rilch and I went into the bedroom, and Boss flopped down on the couch.
So Mr. Rilch began telling me more details about the meeting. Specifically, that the client had let people (there were others besides Mr. Rilch, Zack and Boss) help themselves at the bar, but Boss was the only one who went over the line. Apparently, he didn’t do anything besides get loud, but when the client looked from Boss to Mr. Rilch and said, “Dude…?” Mr. Rilch knew it was time to leave.
And about five minutes into this, Mr. Rilch heard the door to the outside open and close. He went out onto the landing, saw the empty couch, cursed, then snagged his keys and told me “Go to Zack’s place for a minute.” On my way there, I heard Boss’s car purring through the carport, then a sort of banging sound. I tapped on Zack’s door, and his roommate didn’t know what I meant when I said, “I have to seek asylum for a few minutes,” but Zack, who was playing GTA, sensed it had something to do with Boss.
So I stood around for about three minutes before Mr. Rilch came to collect me. We went back up to the bedroom, where he dropped Boss’s keys into the sock drawer and told me that Boss, in the absence of a remote for the gate, had been banging his car into it. Mr. Rilch opened the driver’s side door and stated, “Put, Your car. Back. And get. The :mad: Upstairs.” Boss complied without a word, and that was that until around noon today.
Now it turns out that Boss doesn’t remember a thing after 11 pm. (Just to test him, I asked, “So you don’t remember that [wrong name] got voted off on AI?” – “[wrong name]?! What? How could he get voted off?!” – “Oh, no, wait; it was [right name].” – “You sure?”) I wasn’t there, but Mr. Rilch says he was devastated to see the dent in his car’s fender.
So I dunno. Mr. Rilch made some follow-up calls today, and their contract with this client is still safe. Still, this. Is. Not. Good. What really makes me shudder is that last week, the gate was malfunctioning, so it was open all the time. If this had happened then, he could have zoomed right out, and…who knows?
As far as 4/20, the reason I mention it is that whenever the bud is being passed around, he always sprouts a halo and says, “Oh, I don’t do THAT!” I’m fairly certain, though, that if he’d been smoking last night instead of drinking, he wouldn’t have been ramming any gates with his car.