When I heard there was a monkey on the show floor I realized there was only one thing to do – scratch off #32 under Travel on the Life List: Hold a monkey. I made my way to the booth where the monkey was playing poker (seriously) and held my hand out. The monkey, Mikey, did the same – reaching for my hand. He pulled me in and wrapped his arm around me, then smiled for the guy I’d given my cell phone to. There we have it – a dark but awesome picture of me and Mikey the monkey. One life dream accomplished.
Two years ago here I met Pamela Anderson. Last year it was KISS. But seriously, nothing beats a monkey.