like a cheesecake mom

i was watching late night tv
and the dude was interviewing David Arquette.
he said his mom
"was like a cheesecake mom".
that triggered a memory.

i remembered i'd met a dude that had met him
in phoenix.
i was in town in april 2001.
my buddy ted came over from roswell, nm.
at the Sheraton on Dunlap we asked the concierge for a good steakhouse
and for a driver.
couple of suggestions later were in a Lincoln piloted by "skip".
we announce our intentions and needs
and "skip" gets us rolling.
shortly after driving us by Black Angus (a chain) which we decline,
he gets us to Hunter, a great, but now defunct cellar steakhouse with an incredible wine list, fantastic steaks and a shitload of expensive single malts.
on the way
he mentions
he'd driven David Arquette to the same restaurant
after a similar foray and similar decisions.
neither Ted nor i can fathom who the fuck David Arquette is
we look at each other like - who?
"skip" says, Patricia Arquette's brother and that helps, but not very much.
we enjoy an evening at Hunter Steakhouse then call the service for return delivery.
we specifically request "skip",
driver of the star(s).
he doesn't show.
he sends a replacement.
we continue to request "skip" throughout the weekend,
but we never see him again
either he never existed
or Ted and i are not stars
enough for "skip".