On the radio

You know your life is a bit out of whack when, in order to spend time with one of your dearest chums, you have to arrange to be interviewed on his radio show. Still, it was a convival hour and certainly the longest conversation Thom and I have managed to have since his return to St. Louis. Somewhere in the midst of the laughter and quips and catching up, I still managed to actually do my job and plug the theatre season.

It's been a bit over three years since Thom and I got naked together, and thereby hangs a tale. I'd been going back and forth trying to decide which True Story I wanted to trot out to tell at Fray Day this weekend in San Francisco and recounting for tonight's listeners the circuitous path by which I came to lose my trousers in such charming company tipped the scale in its favor. Consider that fair warning, all of you on the Left Coast!

We made an appointment to meet for dinner next week, Thom and I, and I really hope this one comes through. I canceled the last, pleading fatigue, and he tonight, citing a work obligation. Still, how weird is it that the the only chance I get to connect with an old friend is while thousands of folks are eavesdropping in the ether?