So Much to Say..............No Time to Say It

I want to talk about the old drunk guy who wears really short shorts and sings Frank Sinatra songs at karaoke - the beggar on the train I got into a fight with because his begging was interrupting my conversation - the fact that all of the sudden GT is a teenage heart throb, which keeps me up at night with laughter - the horrible off B'way shows I have been seeing - the loud lady with the Peg Bundy hair and shoulder pads who rides the same train I do every morning - the missing of Dustin Hoffman's call at work because I just had to go get a bagel - the hopelessness I feel about ever becoming a full-time playwright / director - the excitement about the British invasion (HR2) coming to town for 2 whole weeks! - GT's new role as Producer and how supportive he's been - the cashier at Starbucks who says please go online and fill out a form so they don't shut us down and thinking how ironic that was - the 'Oh yea? Why don't you go blog about it' wise cracks I get from the metal head version of Justin Timberlake that has become GT - the many BQ's I have been to this summer and how everyone has a different idea of what a barbeque is, here's a hint, if it's catered from an Italian restaurant, it ain't a barbeque, it's just eating outside - and how I have no idea what happens from here....