Greetings from La-La Land!
The good news?
I aced the meet-up with his exec assistant—the one going on-maternity-leave (translation: early retirement). Like I said yesterday, we have a roundabout connection, so I dug up enough info on the chick for a separated-at birth-epiphany. (Knitting? What a coincidence! I just finished an afghan! Obscure eighteenth century poets? Love them!) Seriously. I don't know how this oddball snagged such a primo job in the first place.
Anyway, now for the bad news.
Not even a glimpse of HIM. Muy disappointing, but a minor setback in the scheme of things. As long as I advance to round two in the process, it’s all good.
By the way, to make things easier, I’ve decided to give HIM an alias. What do you think of Damien?
Oops. Gotta run. Tess just called with a Brangelina sighting at the Ivy, complete with a pack of paps frothing at their Nikons. What could be better on a Friday afternoon?