It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
I did a weekend soundoff a while back, but even with my assortment of friends (the lot of which easily form the Who’s Who of intriguing people) this was a bit much for a weeknight. While on the way to see a friend starring in another play, the following sentence was uttered verbatim:
“So. Margot. There you were in a strange city staying with a toxic couple who have gotten drunk and the wife – who is currently having an affair with a French street performer named Andre – is starting to come on to you in a desperate bid to end her marriage…what do you do now?”
Yes, there is a story behind this. All true. Sadly, it’s not mine to tell. Some of my single friends wonder why I like to stay home most weekends these days, I just can’t keep up!
Small Dog Syndrome 