  I went for a drink with Gibs and Dave tonight. It was great. We had a long, interesting argument about whether or not the people you fantasize about are the ones you're supposed to be with.
Gibs says no -- she thinks infatuation leaves you so blind to their flaws that you're never going to make anything real work with them. I think that's often true, but on the other hand, how can you be with someone you feel lukewarm about when you know there are people out there who just totally, completely, effortlessly work you? Last night I made a new friend. Her name is Gabrielle, and she lives in my building. We met a few weeks ago, actually, when she found my wallet on the street. She called me and returned it to me, and we discovered that we both went to the same high school. Crazy, huh? Last night, she ran into me and Lindsay on the steps while we were talking about the movie that's filming in our neighborhood. It stars Vince Vaughan and Owen Wilson! They were on our street, and we missed them! Anyway, Gabrielle found this as screech-inducingly ridiculous as we did, so we all decided to go out on the town and hunt for them.
We didn't find them, but we had a good time looking. I like the idea of having a friend whom I only hang out with under ridiculous circumstances. It makes my life seem more like a TV show, and what's better than being like people on TV? Certainly nothing I can think of. Right now I love: Megan, who had a dream in which she met Henry Kissinger (I threw her a pool party and invited him), but it was really awkward because she kept accidentally bringing up Cambodia. That _would_ be awkward! 
