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�The narration crackles and pops with incendiary wit� What sets a real friendship apart from a casual friendship? I think it�s what you choose to share with each other. And, I�m not talking about the deeply emotional stuff. I�m talking about the silly things. It�s the fact that you can do something totally stupid or embarrassing and your friend not only understands, but also joins right in without a hint of hesitation. It�s those friendships that slip into �adolescent-girls-at-a-slumber-party� mode and back into �grown-up� mode so easily that are the best and truest friendships. Just about every night I log into my Yahoo messenger and chat with Lisa. Sometimes the message window is open for hours and we are both busy doing other things. We don�t say much, but the connection is there and we drop an occasional note to each other. Other times fingers fly over the keyboard and it is hours of random banter that carries on way past our bedtimes. They are conversations that start at a completely sane and logical place, but end up in some unforeseen territory that never fails to become insanely goofy (and often take a turn towards obscene at some point, too). Those are the best. That�s how we get when we�re together (especially when we�ve been awake all night on a red eye to NYC, but that�s a story for another day)�we�re crazy! Last night was one of those nights on messenger. I swear, the conversation started out normal. I can�t even remember what we talked about at first. Her parents� 50th anniversary? Our trip to Disneyland in February? Work? Then, somehow, we ended up on the topic of What would you do if you bumped into one of the famous people that you really admire? Do you already see where this is going? We got silly. Very silly. Embarrassingly silly. Yet, it was hilarious! Some background on this topic: This past summer I had the opportunity to meet several of the cast members from one of my favorite TV shows. I don�t think I turned into a blathering idiot. However, I knew that I was going to meet them. It was planned and I was prepared. I had mentally psyched myself up and told myself not to be a complete dork. What would a chance encounter with one of my favorite stars be like? It is not often that I am at a loss for words. Usually my sarcastic nature kicks in pretty quickly and I can banter with the best of them. Lisa has seen me momentarily speechless before, but it�s always been due to complete amusement or pure fury. She has never seen me tripping-over-my-own-tongue star-struck and doesn�t believe me that it would really happen. Trust me, it would. I was that girl in high school who became totally mute, or worse�giggly, when the cute boy sat down nearby. So I set out to prove to her that the inevitable outcome of an unexpected encounter with a favorite celebrity would be me becoming a complete stuttering fool. In order to really make my point, I decided to pick a currently-in-the-spotlight favorite celebrity who is, shall we say, easy on the eyes. Lisa set the stage with an unplanned meeting at the Roxy Deli on Broadway. I embellished it (throwing in a few references to events that honestly occurred when we visited NYC 5 years ago) and then gave her the dialogue that would follow. So, with no further ado, here is the dialogue* that I imagined would occur if Lisa and I had a chance encounter with Adam Pascal** in Manhattan: Lisa and Ro enter the Roxy Deli and head to the dessert counter for some much needed chocolate take-out. Oddly, the same slimeball who worked there 5 years ago is behind the counter. He again tries to engage them in obscene conversations about chocolate cigars and who is eating what/who/when. Lisa and Ro are utterly exasperated and just want their dessert so that they can get back to the room and crash. It�s been a long day in Manhattan and with all the shopping they�ve been doing they are exhausted. They do not notice the guy who enters behind them. He is looking very entertained and listening in on the entire conversation. Slimeball: (to Lisa) Are you sure that you are woman enough for that chocolate cigar? Lisa: (rolling eyes) Yes, quite woman enough and quite sure. Slimeball: (turning to Ro and holding up her m & m brownie) Eat me. Eat me. Or should I eat you? Ro: (tapping foot, crossing arms, and looking generally not-amused) Can we just get our desserts, please? At this point the guy behind them feels the need to join in the conversation. As yet unnoticed guy: (to the slimeball) Ewwww! Who do you think you are? Lisa: (without turning around yet) Thanks! Lisa: (turns her head to look at the guy and her eyes widen a bit in surprise) Oh hi. Guy: (raising one eyebrow in amusement) Oh hi? Ro: (turns her head and her eyes widen more than a bit in surprise...running through her brain is the urge to say �I didn�t recognize you without the handcuffs� which she wisely suppresses and instead just stares) Guy, who is now recognized by both girls as Adam Pascal of Rent fame: What are you staring at? Ro: (looks down at the floor and makes an indistinguishable noise that sounds suspiciously like a moo) Adam: (concern clouding his eyes, he frowns) You OK honey? Lisa: (nudging Ro in the ribs with an elbow) Speak! Ro: (mumbles too softly to be understood) I know you, you're� Adam: (looking a bit freaked out) This is weird. Lisa: (looking sideways at Ro and starting to freak out herself, nods at Adam in agreement) It�s weird. Adam: (mutters to himself) How did I get here? Lisa: (fully pushing Ro now) Ahhemm! Ro: (stumbles, trips, and grabs onto Adam�s hand so that she doesn�t fall flat on the floor, then quickly lets go) Cold hands� Adam: (waits patiently for Ro to say something else, but she doesn�t) Oh, well. Goodnight� Adam quickly exits the Roxy Deli. Lisa glares at Ro for being such a fool. *All dialogue with the slimeball is my best recollection of a real conversation that occurred at the Roxy Deli counter in March 2001. The rest of the dialogue is all directly quoted in random order from Rent by Jonathan Larson. I can�t take credit for the words, but I take full blame for rearranging them. **Any of the Rent cast members' names would fit here. I'm a Roger fan myself, so I chose Adam Pascal. 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