I met so many people this week….where to start? Let’s just do my day on Thursday, Sept 19th. This is not a typical day necessarily, but it’s not completely uncommon either.
11 AM I found myself lost in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn. Two Russian people starring down at me (I fell coming out of the subway). They grunted. I looked up, shocked that I’d forgotten my Russian. Noon. A Russian guy stalks me on the subway and begs to kiss my hand. I think he said “me and you together in Odessa” but I’m not sure…like I said, I forgot all my Russian, but somehow he kissed my hand. 12:30PM washing hands vigorously.
2-5PM met Audrey “to write” at Doma “a writer’s cafe.” I overhear two guys laughing at themselves writing a screenplay no doubt. They were typical though….”We want to write something like The Office, but it’s been done.” 6PM, jump out of taxi in front of the W Hotel’s corporate office to meet my old friend Kevin, we get drinks and eat Oysters. My Russian friend Olga shows up wearing a fedora and also orders her own Oysters. She tells us that NYC’s Web 2.0 sucked. Kevin’s wife Andrea shows up and we all go to at a party for the Luxury Collection in Chelsea. I met a French fashion designer named Thomas Renaud. I think his thing might have something to do with Aqua Man given his scuba attire. Then, I scarfed down some Salmon Roe, which was delicious while standing outside and admiring the evening view from the 21st floor. Sometime before we left the party, I ran into an old actor friend from my MFA program (Steve) and decided to ask him to be in my reading of Reporter Girl which is next Friday, September 26th. He was working the party and had a headset on.
Many glasses of wine later, Kevin, Andrea and I ended up a the W in Times Square for yet another party. There I consumed more drinks and started talking with my old friend from work, Leah. Seems like we got kind of silly and Kevin and Andrea left and Leah and I and a bunch of blond girls who now work on the Luxury accounts hung out in the W Store. I happen to know that the W Store rocks with amazing little finds. One of the girls had really blond hair and talked like a valley girl. She said that she spent $300 on cabs last weekend and gets her hair blown out every day. Her teeth were very white.
Midnight. I arrived at my door with a new black hat, ear muffs and a hot pink scarf. Dmitry had cooked the Cod I bought, so I ate (again). We had more wine and watched TV. I checked my email and found out that one of my plays has been chosen for a December production in NYC.
The PopCycle 