My adventure doesn't even stop there! When I was talking with Alexandra, I got her laughing with the horrible Americanization of my name. And, for the record, young women with French accents make me go a little woobly. Ok, maybe a lot woobly.
Now, I wish I could say that I scored something that would make me the envy of friend and foe alike, or maybe even ensure my place amongst the "cool kids" once and for all, but I've no such luck. I'm on the VIP list alright, but it's for the 7:30 showing of Capote at the Coolidge tonight.