Yesterday, David was nominated for a Tony Award. His second nomination. This one is for Slava's Snowshow, which played over the holidays on Broadway and was nominated in the Special Theatrical Events category.
Yeah. Yeah. I know the guy is pretty cool. Now, if I could get him to not leave balled-up black socks all over the house, as if he were leaving a trail for himself out of the woods, well, then we'd have something.
Of course, we're not planning on winning the Tony or anything. There are 4 shows in the category. And to give you an idea of the competition - He's up against Liza Minnelli (Liza’s At The Palace) and Will Ferrell (You’re Welcome America: A Final Night With George W. Bush), so you know, Liza and Will are going to collectively pummel his ass.
But I think we have a great shot for third place. That's something, right?
No matter. We'll be the couple at the Tony's telecast in June, drinking heavily from the flask tucked in my tiny beaded purse, intermittently twittering about the bored, over-dressed celebrities seated around us, and making a quick exit so we can be the first in line at the buffet at the after-party. And really, that's us in a nutshell, isn't it?
Seriously, what a lovely thing to happen to such a lovely man. And for the record, I totally married up.