Me 'n Gabe

At the Moth's curated show last night, the evening's theme was Time. It should have been Death. My God, what was in the air? Just trying to get in was a near-death experience as I had to face off an old man who kept insisting I needed to remove my coat before entering the dining room downstairs, unlike the saloons I might be used to frequenting. Thankfully I was not going to the restaurant downstairs. I was going to Gabe...

He was there!!! Did he sit near me on purpose? Thank God for my Cyrano, Amelia.

"Should I talk to him?"

"Yes!"

"About what?"

"Say you liked his story from the Ball."

"Right. Good. What was his story?"

"You're kidding me..."

"No, seriously. Could not hear a fucking thing. What. WHAT? Quickly!"

"He talked about the old man in his village...."

She went on but I was ready for her to stop. That was enough. When she did finish I did a perfect seated spinal twist. OK, maybe he was not that near me.

"Hey, really enjoyed your story the other night. Thanks." Smiles.

"Oh, I must be gettin' Alzheimer's," he said. REALLY, Gabriel Byrne talks JUST LIKE THE REST OF US! "What'd I say?"

"The old man," I prompted. "In the village."




You may have noticed, none of these people is Gabriel Byrne. That's because, seeing as how we're such great friends now, well, I don't need a picture to prove it.