Do you ever have one of those nights where you wake up the next morning and think, "Wow, did that really happen?" Well right now is one of those mornings and last night was one of those very strange nights. It all started out innocently enough. After a long day at work I joined my friend Nicole to see this play at this wonderful place. After the show we grabbed dinner and waited for the two other Es to call from the play they had gone to see to meet up for drinks. Well, when they finally did call Nicole decided to head home as it was already eleven o'clock and I hopped a train to meet them over in Chelsea. When I arrived, they already had a glass of beer poured for me from the communal pitcher (good friends indeed!) and so began the second phase of my eveneing.

Now here is where things start to get weird. After the second pitcher I notice someone famous walk into the bar. The famous person in question was a certain funny man from a certain Saturday night television show. Seeing as how the three of us had already managed to plow through two pictures, one of the Es decided that it was a good time to go up to Horatio and ask for a picture (because I always have my camera.) He very graciously says yes and wanders (read, stumbles drunkenly) over to our table. Now what unfolded over roughly the next two hours seems a bit wacky to me. To give exact details would be to overload the blog system but the short and sweet oddity of it all is captured in a photo that, if you are nice, I might let you see. The photo is innocent enought but if pictures could talk this one would say something akin to the following:

Horatio: What are three beautifal women doing sitting all alone in the back of a bar on a Saturday night?
Three Es: ...giggles...
Horatio: So you ladies from the city
Three Es: ...grad students...you really don't mind if we take a picture...
Horatio: No man, why don't you come and sit on my lap...(he says to the littlest E)
**Photo snap**
Horatio: Man, I'm never washing that leg again!
Three Es: ...more giggles...
Littlest E (an actress): So, I really admire your work...
Horatio: Thanks...I slept my way to the top really...with all the right people...
Three Es: ...nervous laghter...
Horatio: ...any boyfriends?
Three E's: giggles and nos
Horatio: So you laides looking to get laid tonight? ( in a completely serious tone!)
Three E's: ...stunned expressions and awkward silence...followed by nervous giggles...
Horatio: (after realizing the line had been crossed)...okay, well let me go find you ladies some sexy men...
**Exit stage left**

Seriously, odd right? We spent the next few hours plowing through two more pictures and trying to analyze the craziness of our run-in with celebrity. By the time we left the bar at about four o'clock we weren't even sure if we should be offended or just amazed at his extreme lack of tact and obvious supply of celebrity testosterone. All I know is that after only about four hours of sleep in a shared twin bed, the first thing that I wanted to do today is share my wacky evening with you guys...now that is love!

Okay, somehow last night the topic of butterfly kisses came up. Apparently there are a lot of folks, mostly yankees I must admit, who had no idea what they were. So I told folks and gave them a little taste of the fun. As I was fluttering my lashes across someone's cheek, she became enchanted with the cute sign of affection and began to wander around the bar passing along the ticklish love bites. Well, a few minutes later she comes back with some wacky twist on the kiss that another one of our friends had shown her. Well, all of a sudden the cute cheek-to-lash kiss somehow morphed into a fungus-swapping-lash-to-lash flutter. That's right, lash-to-lash...who does that?!?!? I was totally taken aback and even more shocked when a few more people jumped on the lash-to-lash bandwagon while me and my gang of lash-to-cheek supporters swore ardently against their position sighting the intense possiblity of spreading pink eye as one of our reasons for their obvious lack of knowledge.

So, being the obsessive freak that I am, I decided to do a litle research and came up with the official definition for the kiss (oh, right, like you really thought that I would stand for passing incorrect info!)

Well, what I came up with come directly from this site, the man who wrote the song in the first place and turned the world on to the sweet kisses. Here is what he had to say:
In case you didn't know, a BUTTERFLY KISS is when the eyelashes of one are fluttered against the cheek or eyelashes of another.

Well, damn, there it is...I stand both corrected and correct. I guess to some, swapping mascara is a true sign of affection. But me, I'll stick with dusting off someone's blush instead.

Wow, what a week. I feel like I did spring break right this time around. Of course now I am more tired than when it began but what a trip it has been. I promise to update when I have more energy and can form cohesive sentences. For now, I am preparing to sit in front of my TV for this...I have been waiting for months!

Okay, I admit it...I like Britney's new song, Toxic. There, I feel better...

Such A Tease

After a week of gorgeous weather--the kind where you look up at the sky and it's all blue and glorious and you walk through the streets of Manhattan in just a poncho without your gloves and find the perfect spot to stop and join a friend for cocktails at an outdoor cafe--yes, after a week of sunny skies and downright warm weather, the city has turned and the ugly face of winter has snuck back in. It is rainy and cold and kind of snowy out today and I am so longing for the few days that I experienced for a brief while. The only saving grace is that the other coast is calling my name and I soon will be there to bask in the sunshine. But seriously, if I get there and it is cold and rainy, I may just have to track down mother nature herself and shake her...hard.

**Star Sighting**
Sean Penn
(filming a movie in the village...and surprisingly small in stature)