Telephone conversation, today around 6 pm MT:
“Hi Fox! How are you?”
“Fine…how are you?”
“Listen, I am flying tomorrow to Aspen and I remember that I have a rain check from you for a Queen steak. Are you going to grill that stuff on the 4th?”
“You mean a Glen Quinn marinated Angus? Surely will, and you are welcome.”
“Whatever you call it…My girlfriend will be with me. Is that OK?”
“She is also welcome…Are you still rich enough for her?”
“You devil! Just don’t make me drink warm Guinness!”
“Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of real Pilsner, as cold as your capitalist blood! But don’t you want to be THERE on Thursday for the ECB and the employment data?”
“Why should I? They can sell some s*^#& into it without me... I mean...if there is a rally, they can…”
“All right, I’ll see you both on the 4th around 11 o’clock.”
“Thank you Fox. See you soon.”