Lost Things, Noah & Bret Michaels

I went to a play tonight that a coworker of mine is acting in called "Lost Things" and it was really good. There were a few other people from work there. I don't like a couple of them. After the play we had an awkward moment. Do we want to hang out together after the play? My answer was a big, fat "no" and I figured the rest of them were thinking the same thing. If we had wanted to hang out we were in the perfect neighborhood (my neighborhood) and there were 1,000 places to go.

But instead we said, "Well, see you tomorrow" and all separated. So sad. I wish I worked with more people I liked. I love the girl that was in the play though. She's so smart and fun and sincere. I'm excited for her that she's in a great play.

I ran into Sarah's friend and former LA roommate (I WAS THE BETTER ROOMMATE), Noah, at the play. His company is trying to record the music for it (it's a musical). I've run into 4 different people in the street in the NYC. So crazy given that I know about 8 people.

So I walk around my neighborhood after the play looking for something to eat and I'm sad because there are SO many GREAT places to sit outside and eat but I have no one to eat with. Pathetic.

I get home and am too tired to read my book so I flip the channels and find the Bret-Michaels-is-searching-for-love show.

Perrrrfect.

The show is so damn entertaining but the best part is at the end when Bret has to put a backstage pass around the neck of a girl he likes and he asks her, "Will you stay in the house and continue to rock my world?"

Awesome.

After that, I half-ass watched the Scott-Baio-has-fucked-everyone-in-Hollywood-and-needs-a-lifecoach-and-is- 45-and-single show. After that I had to turn off the TV. I felt dirty.