No word from the lax player. This has become ridiculous.

Last night I was invited to a party attended primarily by an elite group of acting MFA students. I was slightly worried about being the only non actor there, but the nice thing about actors who have been spending all their time with one another is that they like to talk to new people. I had very intense, "sharey" conversations with about 3 people and ended up hooking up with one of them on a stoop in the East Village. I was not so drunk that I realized that this was a little inappropriate and suggested that we return to the building. At which point I noticed that his drink had spilled and was all over my dress. So we went back inside and made out in the hallway until my dress dried. At one point, two Canadian guys from the party were watching us so I waved and then made us move to behind the staircase.* After we returned to the party I ended up talking with one of the Canadians about NHL players that I am acquainted with from college. And then he asked for my number. Which is kind of hilarious, because he definitely was watching me make out with the actor. When the actor left, he asked me how he could get in touch with me and I told him to "figure it out." Patti Stanger would either approve or disapprove. Am I playing games? Or am I forcing him to do some work?

I didn't get home until 4:30 and had to be in Brooklyn for brunch at a friend's apartment at 11 am. Brunch was absolutely delicious, despite the exhaustion/hangover. After brunch I went over to KD's apartment to chat and then came home to finish working on my script for my new play. We start rehearsals tomorrow night. And open in just over 3 weeks. Yikes!!

*One reason I'm "done" with actors? He accused me of not looking at him. And said that I was looking at his nose, not his eyes. And then told me that I should be able to see my reflection in his eyes. Give me a fucking break...