3:00 pm: 18th Street, exiting the building, I potentially spot a fully helmeted Hank Azaria getting on a motorcycle. I pssst TG and tell him. TG freaked because he hearts Hank and he ran back to say, "I love your work" and give him a thumbs up. Mortified, Dish kept walking though figured that H.A. would think TG was admiring his hog. It may not have been Hank Azaria at all...Broadway-scion Eric Nederlander was allegedly charged with violating an order of protection for pulling his girlfriend's hair, the same GF he allegedly punched and smashed into pexiglas cab window. Dish always wondered why Jessica Seinfeld left him after three weeks of marriage. This would do it for me, though who knows what happens between couples.
Dish dreamed she had cancer of the chest (?) and worked as a cocktail waitress while going through chemo. I left my station for a few hours during which someone very smartly stole all my money. Luckily, my boss wasn't upset. But then Nile Rodgers--also battling cancer but in real life--invited me to a concert in Germany. I woke to a cat smacking my face and then felt immense relief not to be sick.
TG and I discussed how good Benjamin Bratt was in Modern Family. We like him when he's not serious.
