This morning I got up, looked out the window, saw that it was cold and rainy, dressed appropriately, and covered my laptop. Go figure!

Of course, then I arrived at work and it was somewhere between ten and fifteen thousand degrees in the lobby, so my appropriate turtleneck ended up being a torture device, but you can't have everything.

So yesterday I was waiting for the day to end when these two women came into the lobby and I realized that one of them was Elaine Stritch! I was glad that it was me at the podium, because I guarantee you that anyone else who would be sitting there for me wouldn't know her from any other old lady in a bucket hat.

She asked me if Donna McKechnie was doing a show here, and I said no, and she asked after the Big Boss (Male Version), and I said that he was here, and she told me not to tell him who it was, but to say that it was an actor looking for a job.

I knew that if I said that, he would never come to the lobby, so I just said that it was a surprise. He was on the phone and took his time about coming upstairs, so I just sat and chatted with Elaine Stritch. Very cool! And I didn't come off as an asshole, so I'm happy.

The one-acts opened last night, and it was a sad, sad showing. An audience of three, four if you count my usher, whom I threw in the door to make up the numbers.

Obviously, I didn't make any money for running the box, but I did manage to make $6 by selling two cupcakes, a Pepsi and a Snapple. I think only one audience member bought anything, (the Snapple), the rest was the cast, which is fine by me.

Hopefully they will do better tonight, keeping in mind that there is always a second night slump, and no matter how small the audience for opening night, the second night is smaller. However, for a three night run with a three person opening night, there might be an exception to that rule.

I'm glad I only made six cupcakes. I ate one, so I made three more last night. It's no great chore to eat cupcakes if I don't sell them, but I'd really rather have the money.

During the show, I was hanging around with John, who is doing The Man with the Flower in His Mouth (amusingly, Mark ex-girlfriend is playing the role that I played in that show some years back), and we started talking about food.

Hilariously, he is as picky an eater as I am. Friends of mine reading this will think that I have gone mad, that it is completely impossible for anyone to be as picky as I, but not only is he, but we have similar things that we will not eat.

I have never met anyone in my life who, like me, specifically doesn't like food all mixed together, and who would happily eat the same thing every single meal rather than try something new. I told him that he has to try Moroccan food, that it's ethnic food made for tiresome people like us.

We totally should get married, because neither of us will ever find someone who won't want to kill us over the whining about the food and the bland, bland Irish palates.

Today's horoscope:
After days of having a fine old time, you're ready to get serious and intense. Your friends may be a bit startled by this, so ease into it gently, and give them time to get used to it.

One year ago today:
At one point I accidentally clicked away to a normal dating site and was very irritated. "These aren't prisoners! I am only interested in prisoners!"

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