Last night I took the Acela train up to Boston to have dinner with some friends. There was lot’s of other stuff besides dinner but signed NDA’s and threatening text messages will only let me post a very satisfying meal. Who’s that in the Ferrari 612 Scaglietti?
Inside Tarek’s favorite Abe and Louie’s, or as it’s locally known “Rich man’s Macdonalds”, we were joined by the most accomplished creatives still practicing today. Jimmy Smith is an advertising god whose resume wouldn’t fit on a 20 gigawat hard drive. Quincy Jones the Third comes from at least three Quincy‘s, loves oysters, and has had a top ten movie on iTunes since I have known him.
Cheeraz Gorman made the trip from Portland, and Jerome was still giddy that the doorman thought he was Forest Whitaker.
This may look just like a Ferrari interior but it is so much more. It is the photo I took when Tarek tried to whip it sideways in front of the restaurant and was immediately pulled over. He did not have a license and couldn’t figure out how to open the glove box. The cops were freaking out “Is this really your vehicle sir?”, a crowd of people gathered, someone yelled “Cocksucker!” and at the moment I realized that sitting in this car I look like Tarek’s boy toy. The cops only cited him for harsh and unreasonable noise.
Good night Ferrari.