This very blurry picture is proof that I met Mark Cuban. Fear.
The weird thing? He was a little drunk. A few seconds before this picture was snapped in Austin, he told me my hair smelled nice. He’s right, my hair does smell fantastic but, it’s not the sort of thing you expect to hear from a millionaire playboy. Crap. Maybe I missed my chance? I don’t know who that girl was on the other side of him, but I’m guessing that if I really had to, I could take her.
Mark, call me.
3 responses so far ↓
1 Christina // Mar 27, 2008 at 2:39 pm
Heh. I knew I was on to something. But I don’t think it was your hair that was smelling so good!
2 Brian Alvey // Mar 27, 2008 at 4:24 pm
That’s “billionaire” playboy.
Or “HD dancing star blogging landmark billionaire NBA maverick” playboy.
3 MG Siegler // Mar 27, 2008 at 11:01 pm
Is this the one I took, because if it is, it’s intentionally blurry, I was showing Cuban my awesome camera handling skills as I vied for Dirk’s job.
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