He reminds me of you.

This one with the laughing eyes, the obvious (yet somehow endearing) ego, the absolute (and likely well-earned) comfort in his own skin. A fellow writer, he has similar skills (and for some reason, I am sure he has similar skills). A mentor of the "troubled kids", a big hit with the ladies, an easy flirt, a strong shoulder. It was weird to come upon this realization at the same time as this rediscovering of you.

I wonder if I'll see you again. It seems unlikely but somehow... at this moment it feels inevitable.

another opening night

Sometimes, as part of my job, I throw parties for more than 200 people. I threw a good (great!) party last night. Everyone seems to have that happy, satistfied kind of a hangover. Admittedly it's always a schmoozefest. A room full of well-wishers. If the party goes late it bodes well for the show. Later is better. It means people liked it and are willing to stick around and be a bit less guarded in their conversations.

No one is going to stick around and talk and drink if they didn't like the show. That's not how opening night works. People say good things, congratulations and generally keep their criticism to themselves until a more appropriate time. Those parties don't go late and are generally uncomfortable.

This one was the opposite of that. It was a good one. Lots a warm wishes, good nature and laughter. Good show, good night... the best kind!

unrelated thoughts

I feel like I should write something but I have nothing left in me today.

I love pirates.

A friend of mine had sex that she's pretty excited about. I'm kinda jealous.

A celebrity came to our show today. That was neat.