Before I recap my night, let me make this one statement. New Yorkers. Please. CURB YOUR DAMN DOGS. I was starting to think I smelled like that all night until I realized it was on my shoe. I looked back and realized I had made some nice, gargantuan footprints that any slapdash gumshoe could follow.
That being said, this weekend has been a lot of me sitting around. Not writing. Well, writing in my head (a little writing digitally, but nothing monumental to speak of) and running through new ideas. The only thing I did of note was I went and saw one of “my models” in a production of As You Like It at the Secret Theatre in Queens. It really is a secret, I almost missed it. And it was excellent. I always forget how much I actually like Shakespearean comedy. There’s always a lot of cross-dressing and deception and one character that I’m convinced Ol’ Bill wrote in for one of his actor friends to steal the show with.
I always have some weird kind of disconnect in my brain when I meet people I’ve never met in person, but have had conversations with. I got to meet a few of the actors after, which is always nice. And. I was VERY flattered that (I’ll get to the name in a second) offered up that she’s been reading my blog. I was seriously taken aback. CONSIDERING HOW MANY OF MY CLOSE FRIENDS I HAVE TO THREATEN PHYSICAL VIOLENCE TO READ THIS THING. For those of you who DO follow it, thank you, there’s a certain few I’m thinking of who it took months of, “Oh, yeah, I have to get to that,” to check it out. I know it’s not earth shattering literature, but it’s important to me.
So. I was trying to come up with a good alias for said model. Now, BS is the obvious choice, because it’s already an abbreviation, but what does it stand for? There’s always the obvious, but that’s a bit crude. Not that I shy from crude humor, but the obvious part, bleah. So, I had a somewhat bi-polar conversation with myself on the walk home. “BS…BS….Brown..no….Big..No, I think I might get in trouble going that route…..Best….Something…wait, that’s BS. No, not BS, but that’s B.S. BEST SOMETHING.” Which is in the vein of “The Human Baby” and “Boopy Doo”; it doesn’t mean much to anyone else, but it works for me. So I got to meet Best Something and she was lovely. I say that not just because she said she reads my blog, so I know she’ll be reading this, but…well, that’s some of it. BUT NOT ALL, I SWEAR. I don’t work with you anymore, I don’t have to blow smoke up your ass. That being said, if anyone else is reading this and I don’t know it, please let me know, you’ll endear yourself to me forever.