Last night, T and I went to the Tony Award-winning "Who's Afraid of Viginia Woolf" as guests of Bill Irwin (on the left...he's the one who's NOT Kathleen Turner). I saw Bill at IO earlier in the week, and got to chatting about the theater workshop he taught during my first year at DePaul. He invited me to come see the show, and emailed later to ask me and my guest to dinner afterward.
T, for the record, is a huge-gantuan Bill Irwin fan...he was thrilled. I am a huge Albee fan, so I was, too. I think we both held our sh*t together fairly well, despite the walk from the theater to the resturant littered with autograph-hungry fans. Now, if Mrs.Turner had joined us, I might have fainted...I mean, holy god...I just loved her in Nip/Tuck.
The question is, how do I top this? wrangle a week-long cruise with Bruce Campbell and Nathan Fillion?
My god...that would be so, so sexy...pardon me, readers, I have some Firefly/Evil Dead fan fic to write...
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