Went to see "Woman Beware Woman" tonight at the Red Bull Theatre with Stacey.

The play was good. Stacey and I had dinner before hand then walked around Bryant Park and poked around in the shops they had going on for the holidays and then went to Red Bull. We sat in Row C. Seats 15 and 16 (I was on the end. I wasnt feeling so well so in case I had to make a mad dash for the restroom to vomit. No not a pretty mental image but hey its the truth). So we are sitting there talking. Yadda Yadda and I look UP and THERE IS RANDY. His seat is IN OUR ROW. YUP. I was like *BIG EYES*. And he saw Stace and I and was like "OH HI!" BIIIIIIIIIIIG smiles.

*giggle*

We went to the after party, chatted with him for a bit, (mostly Stacey did, my anxiety was THRU THE ROOF due to all the people and how hot it was in there so I stayed pretty much mute the whole time), but he talked to us on the way out, OUT in the lobby because I couldnt talk or STAND to be in that room anymore and I told him it was because of the crowd and thats why I was being so quiet because of I was slightly agoraphobic. He seemed to understand totally and of course I got a pic with him (BIG THANKS TO STACE) but he seemed super tired and probably a little annoyed. Maybe because of the night, maybe because HE himself was overwhelmed or hey maybe because of US. Who knows? As much as I wish I could, I cannot read his mind. But overall it was a good night, even tho my stupid anxiety made me sick to my stomach and shaky all night and unable to even speak to Randy about anything.

He must think I am such a freak...