Dave Chapelle is funny as hell

Definately one of the coolest days ever. And I began by oversleeping.

I was the "wrangler" for Dennis Haysbert (President Palmer on 24, myriad other film roles). We had lunch, and I ran him to and fro, in between listening to Justice Ginsburg speak. Then the really cool part happened. Waiting for Muhammad Ali to head onstage to receive his award from the ACLU, he performed some magic tricks and we chatted for about five minutes. With Muhammad Ali.

Then, after finishing up a few things after the dinner (and wrestling Haysbert away from possesive teenagers who apparently don't understand the difference between playing the President and being the President), I got a drink and waited for Paula Poundstone to arrive. Finally after some catastrophic delays, she and her ten-year-old daughter were settled in. So at 1:00 I figured I'd best head home.

That's when Dave Chappelle showed up. Wandering the streets of Washington with the funniest man out there right now, talking everything from DC history to drug policy to whether race is a construct or a reality was sweet. And he's wicked smart, throwing right back at this woman who was trying to push her black seperatist agenda on him by citing DuBois.

The only downside is that I failed to use what was probably the best pickup line I'll ever have available ('hey, I've got Paula Poundstone's room key and she won't be here for hours') or get someone to join me for dinner. Just as well though, as differentiating the high school students from those with whom I'd be interested in sharing a meal would have proven difficult.

I fear I may not be long for Minneapolis.