Andrew J. Lederer

Read over the last post and was distressed to find it didn't adequately communicate that, at that point, I hadn't showered or engaged in any hygiene-maintaining activity for three or four days, yet was still unobjectionable enough to be cuddled with (almost) no complaint. (I love winter.)

Oh, well, Turning to other matters, I mentioned here some months ago that I was developing a TV project with a name act. However, I didn't tell you that, for neurotic reasons, I let the momentum flag.

As of yesterday, too much time had passed to comfortably call and restart the process, but I saw in Time Out that my once-collaborator was performing in South London last night, so -- all clean and shiny -- I went to the gig with Elise and sat attentively, making no move toward my lapsed collaborator.

I watched the show for a while and, suddenly, the comic in question was kissing me on the head. We caught up briefly, then he moved toward his companions. but I did not follow. In fact, I didn't walk over to talk, even during the next break. I just sat talking to Elise.

And shortly, the name comedian came over to where we were sitting and began to talk to me again.

After the show, I spoke to the other comics on the bill, not turning away from them, even when the act I'd come to see occasionally interjected. Finally, he asked me when we were going to resume work on the project. (I hadn't brought it up at all.)

We will very likely be meeting on Wednesday.

Sometimes, I know just what to do.

(Sometimes, I even do it.)