I just came back from nearly a week in New Yawk working on a staged reading of a play written by a guy from my hometown. It was super cool to be on a stage in New York for the first time (at my ripe old age!), and I guess some things really are worth the wait. And now I have an off-Broadway credit to add to my theatrical resume not to mention one more item I can scratch of my bucket list.

Besides walking through the snow in Washington Square Park after seeing a friend perform in the new Sondheim show at the Public Theatre, hanging out in Tribeca and rubbing elbows with Judd Hirsch, Cynthia Nixon and David Hyde Pierce, and celebrating the recent coming-out of a young actor friend of mine by taking him to the Stonewall bar and helping him stake his claim to his rightful uncloseted place in gaydom in the very cradle of where it all began, it was a pretty average trip.

Re: Stonewall: We had a hell of a good time playing bingo and doing tequlia shots and being verbally abused by the drag queen who was calling the bingo game. Chuck the bartender served hot steaming bowls of buttered popcorn sprinkled with M&Ms and I did not win one single bingo game even though I was playing 15 fucking cards at a time. The rest is pretty much a blur but I do recall stumbling into a cab at 4 a.m. and someone puking red velvet cupcakes in close enough proximity to my suede boots to make me say "Hey, watch where you spew, mister!" But in a loving way.