Amsy Dane is in town, and after a couple of failed attempts at getting together – getting together with her always involves a couple of failed attempts (read: I got blown off) – we finally connected last night for dinner and a show.
AD can be a bit of a pain in the ass when it comes to scheduling, but connecting with her always proves to be more than worth the trouble. She's the sweetest of souls, and we have such fun together that I can never remember to be mad at her about the whole being-blown-off thing. It's weird.
During post-show coffee and dessert, she mentioned something about our early days together that I'd completely forgotten about: She used to serve as my beard when attending work functions, like family picnics and holiday parties, that kinda thing. I would always introduce her as my date, never being very committal, as it were, and we'd just have fun and dance the night away.
What I didn't know – and only found out years later – was that during these functions, once we'd been doing them for a while, people would pull her aside and start to grill her on when we were going to get married. Because we'd keep showing up to these things over the years, everyone assumed that, not only were we a couple, but that we were pretty serious if we were still together after a couple years.
Sitting in The Coffee Pot post-show, I was actually bent over, belly-laughing at her recreation of her reaction to these interrogations. I, of course, was oblivious to all this close questioning. I was just the guy going to get drinks and chatting with the other guys. I had no idea that even in Corporate America, girls will be girls and they've gotta dish the boys while they're powdering their noses.
It still makes me laugh to think about it. And it certainly made us laugh last night. We were crying and gasping for breath we were giggling so hard.
So, thanks, AD. I can't believe we've known each other for twenty years. It boggles my mind.
Also in town this weekend was The Agent, who should, truth be told, be more precisely called "The Former Voice-Over Agent From Pittsburgh," but that's just way too long.
I hadn't seen him since my father's funeral, so it was an extra delight when he joined AD & I for dinner, then met up with me after he saw Curtains. We had a couple delightful "martinis" at a cool little joint called 44 South West Ristorante. The bar in the back wasn't at all crowded, the bartendress was delightful, and her cantaloupe martini delicious, if an unfortunately loud proclamation of my homosexuality.
The Agent has been doing quite well for himself, and it's nice to see him fit and happy. He made a very persuasive (if ultimately wasted) argument for living in Pittsburgh, since it's treated him so well.
We finished the evening by strolling from 44th & 9th Avenue up to the southeast corner of Central Park, where I treated myself to a taxi-ride home.
All in all a splendid evening of catching up with people I've foolishly let pass out of my life.
AD can be a bit of a pain in the ass when it comes to scheduling, but connecting with her always proves to be more than worth the trouble. She's the sweetest of souls, and we have such fun together that I can never remember to be mad at her about the whole being-blown-off thing. It's weird.
During post-show coffee and dessert, she mentioned something about our early days together that I'd completely forgotten about: She used to serve as my beard when attending work functions, like family picnics and holiday parties, that kinda thing. I would always introduce her as my date, never being very committal, as it were, and we'd just have fun and dance the night away.
What I didn't know – and only found out years later – was that during these functions, once we'd been doing them for a while, people would pull her aside and start to grill her on when we were going to get married. Because we'd keep showing up to these things over the years, everyone assumed that, not only were we a couple, but that we were pretty serious if we were still together after a couple years.
Sitting in The Coffee Pot post-show, I was actually bent over, belly-laughing at her recreation of her reaction to these interrogations. I, of course, was oblivious to all this close questioning. I was just the guy going to get drinks and chatting with the other guys. I had no idea that even in Corporate America, girls will be girls and they've gotta dish the boys while they're powdering their noses.
It still makes me laugh to think about it. And it certainly made us laugh last night. We were crying and gasping for breath we were giggling so hard.
So, thanks, AD. I can't believe we've known each other for twenty years. It boggles my mind.
Also in town this weekend was The Agent, who should, truth be told, be more precisely called "The Former Voice-Over Agent From Pittsburgh," but that's just way too long.
I hadn't seen him since my father's funeral, so it was an extra delight when he joined AD & I for dinner, then met up with me after he saw Curtains. We had a couple delightful "martinis" at a cool little joint called 44 South West Ristorante. The bar in the back wasn't at all crowded, the bartendress was delightful, and her cantaloupe martini delicious, if an unfortunately loud proclamation of my homosexuality.
The Agent has been doing quite well for himself, and it's nice to see him fit and happy. He made a very persuasive (if ultimately wasted) argument for living in Pittsburgh, since it's treated him so well.
We finished the evening by strolling from 44th & 9th Avenue up to the southeast corner of Central Park, where I treated myself to a taxi-ride home.
All in all a splendid evening of catching up with people I've foolishly let pass out of my life.
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