Jimmy Fallon was thrilled when he got Alvin's call!
Manhattan Axe wasn't just going on a date with an ordinary-looking Black singer—he was also inviting the Prince and Princess of Britain to dinner.
He excitedly shoved away a young starlet he'd been tangled up with, pulled on his pants, and leaped out of his trailer toward the Reindeer Hotel across the road. He grabbed the flustered manager in the lobby and asked him to add another seat for Alvin.
The Reindeer Hotel's owner and manager was Olson, a Northerner. He and his father, the chef, had only recently made it big in the past six months.
Faced with Jimmy Fallon's rapid-fire instructions, the manager, who had only recently come into money and couldn't even tie his bow tie properly, said awkwardly, "Sir, we're fully booked tonight.
"The table you reserved for Mr. Battleaxe was already a squeeze. I had to make room for it somehow.
"I even had to set up a table by the kitchen door to accommodate two Victoria's Secret supermodels.
"You have to understand, I'm a fan of theirs...
"Now you want another table for four. What am I supposed to do?
"I only have twelve tables in the whole place...
"Am I supposed to put Taylor Swift's entourage together with the Kardashian family?
"My hotel would be a ruin by tomorrow!"
Jimmy Fallon said sympathetically, "Maybe you could set up a barbecue outdoors...
"Trust me, those women aren't here for the food."
Olson looked at the wide-open space in front of his hotel, then stared at Jimmy Fallon in disbelief. "Sir, are you joking?
"This is Northern Europe. Putting those underdressed female celebrities outside at night would kill them."
Jimmy Fallon turned to look at the starlet who had just climbed out of his trailer. His