I have to name-drop. I went to see this off-Broadway play this afternoon, starring Vincent Kartheiser, because my friend used to be his agent. So we talked to his girlfriend at the intermission, and then after the play, went up to the (amazing!!) apartment where he's been staying for the run of the show. Vinnie almost bummed a cigarette off me, but rejected it because it was menthol.

You can all touch me now.

Did he refer to himself in the third person?

Not that I heard, but I was mostly talking to some casting agent or some shit. "Everyone" was "very excited" that's he's been able to "show his talent" in this show, even though it wasn't very successful (closed early, apparently).

Darn. "Can The Vincent bum a smoke?" would have been the best story ever.

I'm still freaked that he always called Tim, "sir."

For awhile, I couldn't figure out who the hell he was talking to.

This is why it's really just a namedrop, not a Story.

Which reminds me that Tim watched him walk away and mumbled, "polite kid, UNTIL I KILL HIM."

And then it occured to me that Tim was the Dred Pirate Roberts.

This is why it's really just a namedrop, not a Story.

I bet I can make it a story.

In fact, it's a fanfuckingtastic story.

Dear god, I had so much coffee.

You could totally make it a story, Allyson.

Actually, I'm pretty sure I'll make it a story, but not yet -- it's too close still.