I lost track of days and completely forgot one of my very bestest's birthdays.
I have a habit of randomly talking to people I don't know at shows.
I'm glad that I do that.
Because at one of these shows, seven years ago, I met Matthew Lapierre, in Joe's Pub, at a concert where Cheyenne Jackson, a then somewhat unknown actor I had befriended the year before, was performing. (Who knew that one day, we would be IN Cheyenne Jackson's dressing room together. Things truly do come full circle.)
During those seven years, Matthew Lapierre and I have developed more inside jokes with each other than I have ever had with any other person other than my sister.
Kiddo from West Side Story and his glorious solo.
Yeah...I know...you're not laughing...these things aren't funny to you.
But they are funny to me and Matthew Lapierre and that is really all that matters.
My mother would really love for me to marry Matthew Lapierre and...who knows! It just could happen one day...as long as we can have a Cole Porter wedding.
A very big HAPPY BIRTHDAY, eternal apologies that I totally confused my days, to a very stand-up guy...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATT! I LOVE YOU!