Tina Fey

Matt and I saw “Mean Girls” last night and loved it. I’ve long been a fan of Tina Fey; with her beauty, her intellect and her wit, she’s one of the few females out there who could probably de-gay me.

In honor of her feature-film debut (and I hope this doesn’t go too much against the spirit of the film), I present the following photo from one of my old yearbooks:

Tina Fey at UVA

That’s Tina’s senior class photo at the University of Virginia. She graduated in 1992.

Tina and I were fellow ‘Hoos. She was a fourth-year at UVa when I was a first-year. (That’s “senior” and “freshman,” respectively, for all you non-Jeffersonians.) Although I never knew her, I was, like her, an aspiring drama geek. I performed in “Sweeney Todd” during my first year at UVa, in a cast consisting entirely of fellow first-years. That spring, I tried out for my first college-wide show, “Cabaret,” but I didn’t even make callbacks — I was that bad. (My drama career ended shortly thereafter.) In hindsight, I wish I’d made it into the show like some of my “Sweeney” comrades did, because then I might have had the chance to get to know Tina; she played the lead female character in “Cabaret,” Sally Bowles. I think I would have liked her.

Tina, congratulations on your top ranking at the box office this weekend and on your hilariously bitchy yet ultimately sweet movie. I wish you continued success at “Saturday Night Live” and in all your future projects.

(More on Tina: Anchor Woman: Tina Fey Rewrites Late-Night Comedy, by Virginia Heffernan, November 3, 2003.)


Mornings in Bed

A couple of Saturday mornings ago, Matt and I were snuggled up in bed together in our underwear, talking about compiled versus interpreted computer languages.

This morning we were snuggled up in bed together talking about the upcoming Tony Award nominations and then about what TV was like before cable.

This is just one of the reasons I know this is a great relationship.

Isaac Mizrahi

Yesterday I was walking south along Sixth Avenue between 8th and 9th Streets when I passed Isaac Mizrahi walking in the other direction. He was wearing jeans and a black jacket and was talking on a cell phone. I stared at him and he quickly glanced over while continuing to walk and talk.

I love New York.