I've got friends in high places
I had planned a quiet Tuesday evening sitting in my new blue room, but Dana wanted me to come out and visit him at Milos. I waffled between sitting at home and watching my 500 channels of cable (not all at once) or sitting at the bar in a very high scale restaurant sipping cocktails. So, I got myself together and headed over.
Sipping my margarita at the bar, I receive a call that my friend, Nik, will be joining me for cocktails around 9-ish while he await his friend, Moon, to escape her lawyerly life of late night deals (once again, thankful I refrained from attending law school). Dana is running around like a madman serving very expensive and delightful bottles of wine to the very well-to-do patrons, but manages a few stops to say "hi" and check in on me. Nik arrives on time, and not too long after, a blonde woman who looks so familiar. Where have I seen her? Then the answer comes: Omigod! That's Hugh Jackman's wife! and right behind her enters a very tall and ruggedly handsome Hugh Jackman in black pants, a t-shirt and a brown leather jacket he wears all evening while dining. He's not as striking as I would have thought, but has a somewhat quiet demeanor--not wanting to attract attention. He seems to exude this down-to-earth air and is quite the gentleman with his wife, Deborra Lee Furness, an Australia actress and soap star. He's quite calm, especially as he peruses the fish for his dinner. Dana says he'll take me over to look at the fish while he's there, but I don't want to intrude on his quiet evening. He's finished 365 performances and 32 previews of The Boy From Oz this past Sunday when the show officially closed. He needs the down time. I do go after he sits down so I can get a closer look as his party is sitting near the kitchen. While there, Dana introduces me to one of the chefs and I shake his hand, surely making people think I'm somewhat important and I try to carry that with me while I am there. Well, sitting at the bar probably doesn't do much to convey importance.
Not long after, Woody Allen appears from behind a wall where he'd been having dinner with his wife, Soon-Yi, and friends. He's a quiet man and not at all the neurotic mess you'd expect from his movies... at least not exiting the restaurant. Debra Messing was apparently there as well, but I missed her.
The night winds down, me making random text messages to people I shouldn't be text messaging (damn you evil alcohol!) and the chef I met was kind enough to send us a plate of octopus and an excellent tomato salad. Hugh makes his exit and I attempt to photograph him, but there is no flash on my camera phone and I settle for a noisy and dark image.
I'm gloriously happy with my decision to go out and ended the night buying a homeless guy food at Food Emporium (where I picked up some Neapolitan ice cream myself) and wishing him well. He was a medical technician in New Haven, but got laid off. Not much hope for job prospects in New York for those in the medical field apparently, and he's left homeless. Good luck, Frank, enjoy the sandwiches and cookies (no your teeth will not rot), and keep warm!
Sipping my margarita at the bar, I receive a call that my friend, Nik, will be joining me for cocktails around 9-ish while he await his friend, Moon, to escape her lawyerly life of late night deals (once again, thankful I refrained from attending law school). Dana is running around like a madman serving very expensive and delightful bottles of wine to the very well-to-do patrons, but manages a few stops to say "hi" and check in on me. Nik arrives on time, and not too long after, a blonde woman who looks so familiar. Where have I seen her? Then the answer comes: Omigod! That's Hugh Jackman's wife! and right behind her enters a very tall and ruggedly handsome Hugh Jackman in black pants, a t-shirt and a brown leather jacket he wears all evening while dining. He's not as striking as I would have thought, but has a somewhat quiet demeanor--not wanting to attract attention. He seems to exude this down-to-earth air and is quite the gentleman with his wife, Deborra Lee Furness, an Australia actress and soap star. He's quite calm, especially as he peruses the fish for his dinner. Dana says he'll take me over to look at the fish while he's there, but I don't want to intrude on his quiet evening. He's finished 365 performances and 32 previews of The Boy From Oz this past Sunday when the show officially closed. He needs the down time. I do go after he sits down so I can get a closer look as his party is sitting near the kitchen. While there, Dana introduces me to one of the chefs and I shake his hand, surely making people think I'm somewhat important and I try to carry that with me while I am there. Well, sitting at the bar probably doesn't do much to convey importance.
Not long after, Woody Allen appears from behind a wall where he'd been having dinner with his wife, Soon-Yi, and friends. He's a quiet man and not at all the neurotic mess you'd expect from his movies... at least not exiting the restaurant. Debra Messing was apparently there as well, but I missed her.
The night winds down, me making random text messages to people I shouldn't be text messaging (damn you evil alcohol!) and the chef I met was kind enough to send us a plate of octopus and an excellent tomato salad. Hugh makes his exit and I attempt to photograph him, but there is no flash on my camera phone and I settle for a noisy and dark image.
I'm gloriously happy with my decision to go out and ended the night buying a homeless guy food at Food Emporium (where I picked up some Neapolitan ice cream myself) and wishing him well. He was a medical technician in New Haven, but got laid off. Not much hope for job prospects in New York for those in the medical field apparently, and he's left homeless. Good luck, Frank, enjoy the sandwiches and cookies (no your teeth will not rot), and keep warm!
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