Dinner at Fridays

 A friend of mine, Beau Chorney, had this lawyer ( I am embarrassed I can't remember his name) whom I met on a deal we were working on.

So I ran into him in the 22 bar in the Windsor Arms in Toronto, and after a drink, he invited me to join him for dinner at Fridays. He only said was meeting with some of his clients. So I had no idea until we sat down with Yvan Cournoyer, Guy LaPointe, Henri Richard, and Frank Mahovlich. Peter Mavolich was late; he had just bought a Rolls-Royce, and as he pulled up and we all went out to the street to see it. When he got out, an empty Heineken bottle fell out which made us all laugh.

I was out of my league in the conversation; I was like the fifth wheel with this lot, so I didn't say much, just a few bon mots during dinner and mostly listened. I wish I remembered more, but I guess I was a bit awed as it was such a surprise. Meeting so many Hockey heroes at once is a bit much. I have always been a Habs fan, and Peter was a favorite.