Today at lunch I went to the W Hotel (an exquisitely modern and beautiful hotel, I visited the their loop location, not the north side one by Navy Pier). I sat in the lobby for a bit, occasionally checking my watch and looking around as if I was meeting someone. I then noticed a bar right off the lobby and headed in there. I promptly ordered a Stoli Raz and 7 and proceeded to have an argument with my editor on my phone for the next ten minutes. "Francis, yes....yes, I understand but I can't....well no, I don't.....right, and I do sympathize with you, but I can't do anything about it...well I do realize that and I'm sorry, but it's not up to me....I know, and I'll be back in New York by six." In my head I had concocted that I was a writer for The Economist named Darren Ansel and I was in Chicago on business (and pleasure) writing an article on Bank One and their new international policies (as well as visiting my friend Brian). After another drink I headed back to work and thoroughly enjoyed the rest of my day. Ah, what a great lunch it was.