Ohh, Jennifer Lin.
Barefoot in the Park is hilarious.
Adam and I hung around afterwards and I got pictures of Amanda Peet and the other main guy. I felt like stalkerazzi..but in a shameless way. I didn't ask for an autograph because I was too scared and there were these other little girls who took up all their time on the side we were standing on. Amanda Peet is soo tiny! I couldn't believe it.
Before the play, we went to T.G.I.Fridays and our bill was $76!!!! Our drinks were 11 bucks each. The chicken fingers I ordered were $16!! All because it was in Times Square. And there wasn't even any alcohol in my Pina Colada even though the waiter insisted there was. Beyond lame.
In the theater, there was this woman in front of Adam who believed strongly in perms and keeping her hair at least a foot above her head. Behind us, a charming mother and son combination - the mother with a jaw jutting out at least 4 inches from her top lip and the stench of moth balls clinging to her for dear life. She left her cane near the fire exit and some woman who hates her job confiscated it when no one told her whose it was. Can you imagine! Confiscating some old person's cane!
My computer still has this brain-eating virus, but surprisingly I've been surviving without it. I get more work done, I guess.
I love how I re-tell everything in a completely backwards fashion.