Money Shrimp

Today, my boss wanted shrimp on his salad, so his assistant ordered 12 Tiger shrimp from Smith & Wollensky's to the tune of $103.

Wednesday night, my friend had her birthday dinner at Hooters. A plate of (delicious, btw)Buffalo shrimp goes for about $8.50.

The boss ended using 6 shrimp for his salad.

I was given one of the remaining shrimp.

It was a huge and delicious shrimp valued at $8.50.

But was it equal in value to a plate of Buffalo shrimp at the Manhattan Hooters at a birthday party for a hilarious girl?

Enn--Oooh.

Value, people.

VALUE.

Omri

I took a cab to the gig that we had November 16th. As soon as I got into the cab and closed the door, the cabbie turned his radio back on. He had been listening to a symphony at the highest volume possible. I sank down into my seat and relaxed. It was glorious. What a spectacular cab ride.
The cabbie turned around to me at the next stoplight and said, "is that too loud?"
It was intense and dramatic, it wasn't too loud. "Not at all. I really like it."
He turned it down a bit and said, "It's a radio show where people call in and request the music that they would take with them if they were stuck on a desert island. This guy would take Mahler. What do you think about that?"
"It's a beautiful symphony."
"I'm asking because, well, I'll tell you what I think. I think most people would choose to take their favorite music with them on a desert island. They would take the most beautiful music."
"Yeah. Probably," I agreed.
He said, "If I were to choose what music to take with me if I were to be isolated somewhere, I would leave my favorite music behind. I would want to miss my favorite music and it would inspire me to get back to it. It would give me something to dream about, to strive for. I would have to get back to my music."

I'll miss you Omri. And it gives me something to dream about, to strive for, to get back to.

PIRIOTS 1-31-06

RANDOM ENCOUNTERS: 1.31.06

1.)Paddle Henson

Collision Time/Location: Around 8:10pm. NYU Black Box Theatre. The row in front of me.

And I know her from: She went to SMU, but graduated last year, so I didn't know her until we did a show together last September.

Did I speak to her: Yep.

My general feeling about this encounter: Paddle rocks. Mat and I went because we know people in the play. We concluded that maybe Paddle heard about this play about lesbians because she's a lesbian and lesbians network like that. (I.E.: Of course Paddle was at the lesbian play. She's a lesbian!) Mat and I are shallow and ignorant. It was a good play. Afterwards, Mat turned to me and said, "I liked that so much better than "Brokeback Mountain." Mat and I are shallow and ignorant.

Any Exciting News or Gossip? If it's about Lesbians, and you joke that maybe your one lesbian friend will be there, and you're right, you are shallow and ignorant.

2.) Sam Shepherd!

Collision Time/Location: Around 11pm. Phebe's Pub on Bleeker and Lafayette

And I know them from: Um, he's a famous playwright and actor.

Did I speak to them: No, but everyone else did.

My general feeling about this encounter: All the NYU acting grads go to Phebe's after their shows. Last night, Sam Shepherd was at the bar. He was hitting on women and being the drunken prick he's known to be. It was awesome. My friend Adam really loves him and found out where he was going after Phebe's and went there with another friend, Wes. They closed the bar talking to Sam Shepherd. I made Mat go home early. Mat is a playwright, too, and maybe would have gained some knowledge from speaking to him, but Mat wasn't happy about Sam's "bad boy" ways. On the way home, we talked about how it would have been really dramatic if Mat had gotten into a bar fight with Sam Shepherd because he was cheating on his wife and hadn't written a play in years and punched him the crap out. And then yelled something like, "Who's the shepherd now, Jerk-off!," or "Hey, Shepherd, did you see Brokeback Mountain, Faggot!" And then in the papers the next morning, the headline would be, "Sam Shepherd Punched the Crap Out by Emerging Playwright," and everyone would be like, "whoa, that sounds like something that would happen in a play." And then the world would cave in on itself.

Any Exciting News or Gossip? Sam Shepherd hangs out at Phebe's and some other bar called, like, Stinky's or something.