On stage with Connie Ray, after seeing her in "Next Fall"
In the evening, we meet our dear friends at an Italian restaurant on the Upper Westside. They order grown up drinks with vodka and scotch. I play along and order a cocktail. The room starts to spin. Next thing I know, we're at a swanky party in the Meat Packing District, crawling with celebs. I know their faces but not their names. Kiki and I spend the evening getting excited and pointing. "Oh my God,there's the guy from that show!" "There's the guy from 'Heroes.' I loved him on 'Felicity.'" "There's the guy with the Mohawk on 'Glee'!" Kiki says, "Puck!" We decide to "bump" into him, but lose our nerve. "Kiki! Look! There's the girl who played the bitch on 'Ugly Betty.'" "There's one the guys from 'The Office'." Kiki informs me, "He's a douchebag." "How do you know that?" "I just do." I believe her. Kiki just knows things. Now we see an actress who's appeared on many shows and in movies. "She's a big girl," Kiki says. "She's solid," hubby adds. "She was in that movie where she was a dancer," Kiki says. I beg to differ. "No, she wasn't." "Yes, she was," Kiki says. I shake my head. "She never played a dancer." We go four rounds and give up when we hear a rumor that a super hot actor is in the building. "We must find him," I tell Kiki. She agrees.
The room is so jammed with people we don't know where to look. We strategize, we crane our necks, we don't see him. We are very sad, if not distraught, and soothe our souls with handfuls of pink, purple and blue m&m's. We leave, feeling sorry for our feet and sorry for the super hot actor, who didn't get to meet us.