Well, boy, is my face red! So I get to Musso & Frank's tonight promptly waiting for the arrival of Mr. Kimmel, who is usually there at six. And I wait. And wait. Finally at six-forty, I figure I must have the time wrong. Or Kimmel's had an accident...or it's finally happened, he's been taken out by a crazed fan. I order dinner. I finish shortly my lonely dinner shortly after seven, realizing Kimmel is not coming. I go home. Check my email. It's for tomorrow night. But we may want to change the venue, BK, I don't know if I can take Musso's two nights in a row.