Look! A new design by Karen!

When she sent me this one, she felt that she needed to tell me that this was the Lincoln Tunnel. I told her that, but for the style of cars in the photo, it could have been taken yesterday.

So yesterday, that actor that I have had a crush on since 1979 and whose wife is doing a show at my theatre (there's got to be a shorter nickname than that), was hanging around the lobby waiting for her, and I made him laugh.

It was a dumb joke about how I could tell he wanted to leave, but it worked and he laughed. I don't know what is sweeter, making a cute guy you like laugh or making a celebrity laugh, but if they are both the same person, that's gold.

I want to tell him a story about a show that I saw him in, but I haven't had the opportunity, and I might not get it. Years ago, maybe a decade or so, he was doing this show in the West End called An Italian Straw Hat that I went to see while it was in previews specifically because he was in it.

Well, it was absolutely dreadful, this awful farce where everything that should have been light and fluffy fell crashing to the ground like lead balloons, literally, because there was one scene where they were tossing a supposedly fragile vase around, when one of them missed a toss and the vase bounced all over the stage.

All of the actors fell down laughing, and it was the only truly funny thing that happened in the whole evening. I want to tell him this story because it was the kind of show that the actors in it would remember forever.

It was opening night for Bubbling last night, and I got to the theatre early to clean up the horrific mess we had left the night before.

I also bought several lipsticks to make Rachel's deformity, and it looked really good. I'd rather have my bruise kit, but in a pinch, a mix of dark lipsticks that I realized afterwards were made specifically for black women, will do nicely.

It was a small house, but they were very responsive, and I kicked butt. I was born to play this role, man, nobody has got it on me. I practiced my lines all day so that I wouldn't bobble like I had at tech.

The way I run lines is that I just run them all in a row in my head, I don't look at the script, which is fine if you remember all your cues properly. Well, when I was out there, I said a line and she said a different answer than I thought she would, and I thought "Ah, I forgot about this bit!" It made me very in the moment!

Tracy, the real Daphne, came to the show, and laughed and laughed and was very supportive. Not an easy thing to do when someone else is doing your role up there, but she loved it and plans to steal a couple of things that Laura did the next time she plays the role.

There is no better compliment!

I went out afterwards, and while I was at the bar, I got a call from Matt.

He had two things to tell me, one was that he picked up my mirror and we'll figure out a time that he can drive it over to my house, and the second was to PLEASE BEG Mark to come to his party.

Rebecca is giving him a 30th birthday party, and when I got the Evite, I looked at the list and saw that Mark wasn't invited, so I asked Rebecca and she said that no, she didn't think Matt and Mark knew each other.

Actually, not only do they know each other, but the are practically the same guy, with all of the same pop culture loves and the habit of memorizing great swaths of dialogue from Family Guy and MST3K and so on. But Rebecca didn't know that, so she didn't invite him.

Well, Matt just found out that Mark wasn't invited, so he told me to use tears if necessary, but get him to his party! Ha. Like my asking Mark to do anything has any weight. Especially to go up to Inwood at 9p on a Saturday night when he could be home with the fish.

Happy new birthday, Jessie! Now you are six years old (shit, have I really known you for that long?)! Enjoy first grade!

Today's horoscope:
Everyone will have at least one April Fools' Day joke played on them, but you -- well, the universe may have some surprises in store, but you can afford to feel fairly confident. Just try not to gloat too much.

One year ago today:
I kept myself entertained for awhile by listening for Anthony LaPaglia's and Poppy Montgomery's accents to slip, which Anthony's mostly did on words with "ay" sounds in them, like "gate" and "make". Poppy didn't have a giveaway sound, but there was sort of a different shape about how she talked. Marianne Jean-Baptiste spoke with a big fat London accent, thank goodness.

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