I woke up this morning to my phone ringing.
It was the default ring on my phone which was across the room charging,
so I let voice mail pick up.
When I finally crawled out of bed, curious, it was a NY number.
I almost cried when I heard the message.
In the background I could hear the sounds of the Broadway Flea Market.
And though I would have been grateful and excited to hear from my friend Keith, it wasn’t him. It was Andrew. A man whose job I covet, but more importantly a just-barely-more-than-acquaintance who was sweet enough to call when he heard I couldn’t be there. He offered to call me back when he saw anything I might be interested in and buy things for me. It made me feel really wonderful.
And while I had him on the phone, I invited him to celebrate my birthday with me at Tout Va Bien and onstage that night at Spring Awakening. Now, instead of being sad for missing this weekend, I have turned the corner and am looking forward to my trip next month.