I think it's about time that I get them printed-up.
On Tuesday night, somebody I have been anxious to collaborate with for years (years) asked me for my card...and I didn't have one to offer him.
This is somebody I consider to be absolutely brilliant, but at the same time, also a kindred spirit. We absolutely would work together well and become great buddies in the process! I just know we would (goshdarnit!)
HE ASKED ME FOR A BUSINESS CARD AND I DIDN'T HAVE ONE TO GIVE HIM.
I bet after I told him that, he walked away, saying to himself:
"You know what, I got the impression that that girl was a really good writer (just from talking to her for two minutes.) But, since she doesn't have a business card...how good can she be? I am going to find another unknown playwright to work with...somebody who DOES have a business card."
And then he walked-off into the NYC night...and we would never know what might have been.
I am kicking myself.
I should have had business cards.
They could say "DIANA"...PLAYWRIGHT...(some kind of) PUBLICIST...DOGWALKER...
Otherwise, I think I handled myself pretty well. I kissed this person goodbye the same way I would kiss my cousins (we're both Italian kids, that's how we were raised.)
And, magically, resisted the urge to punch him in the arm and say,"BIG FAN!" (which I usually do.)