More Rewrites and Some Other Guy

Went to Kyle's birthday party on Friday night and met this guy.

After the initial moments of "He looks so young" (meaning me, because I do) and "Who's Taller?" (me) and "Who has more impressive facial hair? (him) We had a very nice chat about this and that. Things like books and where we live and what's it like to get instruction from Christopher Durang (he knows, I don't.)

His girlfriend is a playwright named Kristin Palmer and they live together. Two playwrights in a railroad apartment. That made everyone say things like "That Must Be Interesting" and raise their eyebrows. Love it. It's the kind of story that winds up looking good in interviews years later.

In one of those moments I always appreciate, I said "You know how it is when your play is about to go up." His response was, quite correctly, "It's awful."

My girlfriend worked with me on the play yesterday, because I just needed a little boost. That was fun. She objected to the use of the word "pickle" but I stood my ground.

It's still my play.

(I did, of course, listen to her regarding things like plot and character.)