As much as I was dreading losing an hour of sleep to daylight savings, I'm all for it, now that it feels like summer.
Friday night I saw the Broadway revival of "The Pajama Game," starring Harry Connick, Jr. He is a superstar crooner, my new favorite Broadway star. I want him to be in every musical henceforth. He makes it look so effortless, his voice is flawless, and he's got charisma coming out of his pores. We went back to say hi after the show and he was all Southern Charm.
Saturday I drove to a car dealership in New Jersey with Nutritional Therapist to the elite, Dr. Amanda Baten. The plan was for Dr. Baten to pose as my girlfriend in front of the car dealer so he would give a break on the car to the fellow hetero with the white-hot girlfriend.
He and I are in the same boat, you see. See, me and the car salesman both have hot girls who are a little demanding and want nice cars. It turned out that my demanding gf for the day took her role very seriously. When I asked the salesman how long he'd been working at the dealership, she kicked me. (Turns out I'd already asked him on the test drive. Oh, and seven years.) Then she began a slow campaign to talk me into buying the car that SHE wanted. It almost worked, as I teetered dangerously close to buying her version of perfection and almost walked away from the entire reason we schlepped to Jersey.
I bought the one I wanted, and in the end I don't know why I thought I needed a girlfriend to do it.