Attempting to keep the moment

I met Bill at the gym door on Sunday morning to load the stage onto the back of his truck.  Justin was there to meet us when we arrived at the church so now Bill had someone to complain to about the unreasonable expectations Jimmy had included in his rider, the rider Nicola had signed, the same rider that I, as president had failed to show sufficient disgust. Like the tech requirements, weren't they unreasonable and why did the stage have to be at least three feet above the floor and what about the hospitality requirements, did he have to have both Perrier and Evian water?  When he was in charge of contracts and was negotiating with Murray McLauchlan, he told Murray to shove it when he made too many demands on his committee.  "I may have an attitude," Bill says, "but at least I have an attitude."
I'd been listening to a podcast on the way back from Edmonton the night before, where Dean Martin was described as having been Mr. Cool and wondered if that could be me.  After my short discourse with Bill, I really didn't think that was the case.