I ate dinner at a steakhouse yesterday. Holy fuck is this where all the white people hang out? I mean the food is pretty crap the service is slow, and overpriced but it was packed full of white suburbanites.

So I ordered my food right, and the waitress asked me how I wanted my steak cooked and I said "I have no fucking idea how the steak is supposed to be cooked lady" ENTIRELY too loudly and the guy at the table behind us I hadn't noticed burst the hell up laughing.

I turn around. Mike Vallely.

He kinda half leans around me and says "Medium rare!" to the waitress and I just kinda stare at him for a sec then smile and say thanks. Later I'm about to pay for the food and he says "No way this one's on me" and pays the check for it right there. I was astounded, it was so awesome that I did the only thing I could think of ... The CKY salute. Once again he cracks up and asked me if I had any idea how long it had been since someone did that. I said "a year?" he said "try ten".

We ended up having coffee at a place across the street this morning. Turns out he bought a house in Monticeto, a really expensive residensial area in SB, and has been living there a while. We talked about everything that wasn't his hockey career for about 45 minutes before he had to take off because his deli stuff was gonna go bad. I shook his hand and said he made my year today.