(EDITOR'S NOTE: This post was written by guest blogger Frank Anthony Polito.)
2:35 AM... It's late.
Today after work around 5:30 PM I met my good friend, actor and fellow ex-Detroiter, Pamela Sabaugh (who appeared to critical acclaim in my play, Another Day on Willow St this past summer @ FringeNYC 2007) at Therapy...for "one drink." Which of course turned into two.
Pamela had to leave around 7:00 PM, so I decided to make my way over to Chipotle for a burrito bowl, before heading back to Brooklyn. At which point, my phone rang (a text, really). Another friend was in the area and heading over to...Therapy. So I turned around and headed back to W. 52nd St...for "one drink." Which of course turned into two.
Around 10:00 PM we headed towards the subway. Without a word of a lie, my phone rang (this time for real). Pamela had finished doing what she was doing and wanted to know if I wanted to meet her back at...Therapy...for "one drink." Which of course turned into two.
Joining us was our good friend, actor and fellow ex-Detroiter, Andrew Fitch, who recently made his Broadway debut in Spamalot, on the exact same day as Clay Aiken... Well, wonders never cease!I suppose six Stellas in seven hours isn't too bad... Thank God our cocktail waiter, the oh-so cute Ian Anthony took real good care of us. When he's not waiting on drunk Hell-sea-wannabes, Ian can be seen in the upcoming New York Deaf Theatre's production of Pizza Man. At least I think that's what he called it... I'm afraid tonight I found myself a drunk Hell-sea-wannabe.
The Dunkin' Dounts coffee cake muffin never tasted so good as it does right about now!
1 comment:
Please never use the term 'Hell-sea' again.
Thank you. Those of us who have lived for many years in Hells Kitchen do NOT appreciate it.
Did you also call Chelsea 'The Chillage' when the gays moved uptown in the 90s?
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