For reasons I can't begin to explain, Lo and I were invited to party with the wildly cool kids in the back room of Tosca last night after our dinner at Bix. We sucked down that drink at Bix and headed into Tosca, right after some guy in a swank suit, with a bodyguard following him and a very predictable woman on his arm. Lo grabbed my arm. “BETH. THAT WAS GAVIN.”
Oh my god, I don’t know that I can handle typing this.
We walked into Tosca as Laura took over. “I’ll get drinks. Go scope out the back room.”
I walked to the back and peeking in the closed door.
Sean Penn. Princess Buttercup. A few cool looking people. Gavin. Ho. Me.
“Beth! Come in!”
At this point, my life is pretty much complete. But wait. Just wait.
So Lo appears with drinks and we commence speaking with our lovely new friends. I kind of break off and dive into a chat with one, sipping my wine and attempting to avoid staring at Dead Man Walking 2 feet away. Oh, oh, oh. And Buttercup keeps coming by saying hi, asking Lo questions, getting thinner, etc.
Okay. Are you with me? I’m talking to new friends in the back room of Tosca.
Then…I feel a hand touching my back.
Oh my god. I don’t know that I can handle typing this.
It was Gavin. We spoke for approximately 7 minutes. He laughed at 3 (three) things I said. Real laughs. Drunk laughs. Laughs that made my year. I don’t remember what I said. I just remember that as it exited my mouth, I thought, “That was a good one, Spots. Nice. Nice. Oh my god. What if I fall over?”
I’m telling you, people. This was a casual, back room of Tosca, Mystic River in the room, laid back, CAME UP TO ME conversation.
He appeared slightly drunk. Lo thought he was shorter than expected. I thought he was taller. What the fuck am I saying? The man rubbed my back! Oh, and no tie. Collar unbuttoned. Drinking wine with me. Laughing at my jokes.
I just fell off my chair. One sec.
At this point, I start talking too much. I said something about how his dad and I went to the same high school. Snooze. Or maybe his ho was passed out or bothering I Am Sam. Gavin departs to another conversation and I return to new friend, who informs me that Gavin used to date some actress.
Lo and I are giving each other the slightest, mini looks, desperate to scream, explode and roll around on the ground. Lovely new friends leave, and we depart to the regular bar as well, wisely thinking that when our hosts left, we should quit while we’re ahead.
And uh, that’s pretty much all I remember. Until I shot out of bed 10 minutes ago, remembering to tell you fine people.
Oh my god, I don’t think I can handle remembering this…