Tonight was an interesting one. Josh and I met up for a drink and a burger in my neighborhood. That in of itself is fairly interesting because no one ever comes to brooklyn from Manhattan unless it involves a baby shower and the parties in question are related.
Anyway, we found ourselves munching on burgers and having the same conversation people who have known each other for more that 10 years have (the same one) when we were delighted by a group of old friends. My Ex-wife's parents. Celebrating my former mother in law's 60th birthday. And they sat right next to us.
Thank the good gods of chance that my first interaction with them (whom I adore, but havent had a chance to really heal with, or speak with in a year) wasn't with my new special friend (read: girlfriend who is anxiously awaiting me signing my divorce papers). Thank the good gods that said special friend happened to have signed me up for an improv class for my birthday, and I just happened to have just come from earlier that afternoon. Thank Jehova, Jesus, Mohammed, the easter bunny, Buddha, Tony Robbins and Jack Daniels that I was able to pull off a Harold in that moment of shock.
The references to Hansel and Gretel and Lindsay Lohan were quite good.
We'll all be playing at the Magnet Theater next Thursday at midnight assuming my ex and my girlfriend dont find out.
