Minoring in theater in college, marrying someone who went to art school, and now living in NYC means I know a lot of people who make a living in the arts, which is a pretty cool thing to experience, even if indirectly. In the last couple of weeks, I got to see a modern dancer friend of mine perform in the East Village (or, actually, didn’t see her perform, as the case was), watch a full-length documentary at the Tribeca film festival that a couple friends of Drew’s from college spent a few years making (it’s released on Netflix today — watch it!), and celebrated the broadway debut of an old pal of mine from college who’s spent the last 16 years pursuing a career as a musical theater lyricist.
It was at that celebration, where a bunch of us from school, some of whom hadn’t seen each other in nearly twenty years, took that photo above. We’d just spent the last hour and a half catching up, basking in the glow of each other’s successes, adventures, and happiness (multiple broadway gigs, cool jobs, travels, relationships, marriage and kids) and were taking a group shot on the stoop next to the restaurant where we’d just had dinner when the door behind us opened and out walked Ethan Hawke and Richard Linklater! For the record, that makes about five times in the last year that I’ve run into Ethan Hawke, a guy whom I’ve been watching on the big screen since I was a teenager, and in that moment, after re-connecting with all these people from my somewhat distant past, it almost seemed like he was part of that reconnection — just another person I feel like I’ve known peripherally all these years and now see on a semi-regular basis (even if he has no idea who I am), and it was seriously all I could do to not shout “Ethan!” as if he were a friend I hadn’t seen in months and then give him a hug. (I’m so glad I didn’t do that.) As for Richard Linklater, he’s my favorite director and I have to admit I didn’t realize that was him until I examined the photo later and compared the picture to Google images of him. Probably a good thing I didn’t know in the moment or I really may have made an ass of myself. Anyway, they were both very nice. Someone told them we were celebrating our friend’s Broadway debut and they congratulated him and shook his hand and it was all very friendly and exciting. (I’m sharing all this not because it’s the most thrilling story, but because Addie Pray saw the photo on Instagram and requested details. There ya go, Addie. Between you and me, we’re in agreement that Ethan is maybe stalking me, right?)
Anyway, today is Jackson’s last day of spring break, tomorrow we’ve got Joanie’s baby naming, tomorrow night I’m celebrating two different friends’ birthdays, and then Sunday I hope to rest. As much as one can with a 4-1/2 year-old and a baby in tow. What are you up to this weekend?