Friends in High Places

I saw Chalk on Wednesday. I was down in the Village with Alana and Samantha and we decided to wander over to The Sunshine to check on the movie-times. Alana had heard about this great new Morgan Spurlock film and really wanted to see it, but she was so rarely in the East Village. I indulged her because I had heard of this movie and I too wanted to see it. For the third time.

"You know, I know them," I bragged at some point in the film because I am a name dropper and when you're friends with three of the four stars and you did Ivan's scene from Threepenny Opera with Greg, the music teacher, you've got some serious material to work with.

"No way," she said.

"Dear friends. Known them for years. Jonny comments on my blog page all the time, I mean when the computer allows it."

"Is he the history teacher?"

"Oh no--Jonny's Janelle--the tragic gym teacher who only knows theatre games." Apparently I've learned nothing over the years about the proper way to drop Janelle's name.

Afterwards, she couldn't stop going on about how beautiful Shannon was and how genius she was with the walkie-talkie. I told her I give Shannon music all the time and whenever Shannon has surgery, I go along because we're that close.

Later that night at Joe's, Shanta asked me where I'd been and I told her I went to see Chalk before coming over and she said, "I've got to see that! It's that new Morgan Spurlock movie, right?" and I rolled up my sleeves, and leaned back in my chair and said, "you know . . . "