Monday, April 19, 2004

Yeah, I know you don't know who they are

Just got off the phone with Michael Thomas Ford, and frankly, if I wasn't in a committed, long-term monogamous relationship, tomorrow morning would find me on a plane to San Francisco, nervously clutching a bouquet of roses and a box of Milk Bones for his dogs. I did my best to stick to my prepared interview questions, but we ended up tangenting and having a lovely conversation about gay spirituality, the Lambda Literary Awards, and what makes our pets randomly vomit.

Now, all I have to do is have coffee with David Sedaris (author and humorist), open for Suzanne Westenhoefer (famous lesbian comedian), and at some point, make out with Dean Coulter (gay pornstar) and/or Gina Gershon (what do you mean you never saw Showgirls?!) and my life will be complete.

Also, for the sake of convenience and the off-chance they might be reading this, I would be perfectly happy to make out with Gina and Dean at the same time, weather and scheduling conflicts permitting.

Never celebrate interviewing your favorite author with massive doses of caffeine and cigarettes; it totally adversely affects your journal entries.

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