Kate Mulgrew has signed on to perform the audiobook of Armistead Maupin’s The Days of Anna Madrigal.
Ultimately, Gemini was right: once I got there, it didn’t feel so overwhelming. Even when I started fading out, I was still glad that I went. Remember how much I whined about going to Europe — and now I’m practically in love with the whole damned continent? At this late age in my life, I’m realizing that there are things I’ve been resistant to doing that, when I actually get around to doing them, constitute the best experiences of my life. (Feel free to take a jab at my hookup with Adae. You know you want to.)
Which makes me cast an uncomfortable second doubt on marriage: is the one thing that I’ve wanted to do nearly my whole life going to end up being something that I don’t want?
But that wasn’t the question that was on my mind yesterday when I was on my way to game night. In fact, there weren’t any questions on my mind, Linc. Other than the thought I had later that night when my mind drifted to longings, as I’m wont to have, of being married, I was trying to make the most out of a Friday night out — so, I got the good times rolling with a really hot guy on the bus.
OMG, Linc. The sheer fineness of this man. Of course, I was too shy to talk to him; also, I want you to know that I try consciously and conscientiously to not be Creepy, so it’s not often that I sneak a picture of someone with my cell phone. But… OMG, Linc.
He looked like he was just coming back from a workout or was going to a workout. He was in blue shorts and a tight white shirt. Sandy brown hair, and his legs were kind of hairy for my taste but there was just something about him that made me feel so… primal.
It’s probably the fact that I am coming on a rather unfortunate two-year anniversary next month.
Anyway, I decided to have some fun, so I did that thing where you look around trying to look nonchalant but probably look hilariously conspicuous instead and then as quickly as I could, I whipped out my phone and took the picture. Actually, I was more awkward about it than the situation called for, because he was so focused on staring out the window, presumably because he was looking out for his stop, that he likely would have never caught me. In fact, right after I snuck the snapshot, he got off. He slipped right by me, too. I think our arms might have touched. Unf.
(I know. Shut up.)
Immediately, I sent it out to some of my closest girlfriends.
"At last," Spencer texted back. I could hear her exclamation right through the phone. "Not once have I ever seen a picture."
You see, Linc? I’m always on the lookout for fine looking guys but I’m not stalkerishly snapping pictures of them left and right. That doesn’t mean that I don’t bother my friends with drooling descriptions of what I see, though.
"Oh wow," Selma said. "Give him my number."
A few minutes later: “No, seriously. Give him my number.”
I stared at my phone. I had to grab a pole, both out of flabbergastation as well as a bump that the bus sped over.
"You’re a married woman," I texted.
"Well, I guess you got me there."
The moral of the story, Linc, is that I have excellent taste in men — well, at least in the way men look. My experience with men who might be decent on the inside is as narrow as it is sketchy. But the even better, more awesome moral of the story is that I have awesome girlfriends.
|Spencer:||What time do you get off?|
|Joe:||I get off every time I see Tim Lincecum. But if you mean work, I'm outta here at 4:30 darling.|
|Spencer:||You must have some really awkward social situations.|
It’s a book! Today we received a shipment of 300 copies of Dan’s book, HOW NOT TO READ. The book is out on Tuesday, 9/4 and you can celebrate with us that evening at Housing Works. Or come to the store and Dan will sell it to you in person. Regardless, please buy the book so that Dan won’t take it out on us.
(P.S. That’s not Dan in the photo! Dan would be wearing a tie. And maybe a small tear rolling down his face.)
Does not-Dan come with the book? Because, um, unf.
And I was surprised to see this:
Now we all know the collective consensus on Ms. Meagan Good as an actress. With the exception of her roles in Friday and Cousin Skeeter, she’s always been the hot sidekick/chick or loose goose. But it seems marriage and a little…
I heard absolutely NOTHING about this show. It’s just as well. NBC — and broadcast television generally — is all about cancellation. I remember being very hyped for Awake and Undercovers. Both are gone. Let’s not even talk about Kings. Anyone remember that?
A slightly more important question is: who is that gentleman on the far left? Unf.