Transatlantic

The good doctor arrived this morning on the insomniacs' shuttle from NYC, and we met up for a step class and lunch. Later on Ian and I took in his musical, and also the second of the three making up the evening's mixed bill, both of which were fun. Then hunger and tiredness prevailed, and we bailed before the (longer) final one, for which Faustus dutifully stayed on despite being obviously tired at the end of what must have been the best part of two days without sleep.

I don't propose to report on our meetings in detail, except to say they were very entertaining and that Faustus is as smart and charming (and nearly as neurotic) as his weblog suggests.

Having been sidetracked for long chats with Max and Alastair, I shall have to leave it there, since I may well be called upon to take Dr F to the gym once more in all too few hours time. Sleep well y'all.
Posted by matt at November 2, 2003 03:04 AM