BEST OF FRIENDS
When I was imagining what my life in New York would be like, it included a gay best friend who would live above me, share my fire escape and know all the best places to shop. Close. Brandon doesn't live above me, but he pretty much fulfills all the other requirements for the perfect New York best friend. I didn't even know he was gay for several months, so it wasn't as if I pursued the friendship to meet the requirement. It is because of him that I know all the best places to shop, see at least 3 shows a month, know how to get cheap tickets and have had over 100 celebrity encounters. Sometimes he drives me crazy, gives me too much information about things I probably don't need to know about and is way to organized. On the other hand, he saw to it that I didn't spend my first Thanksgiving alone and he even got Erin a part time position as a production assistant with his theater group so that she could take a short break from mommying each week and yesterday he turned me on to dim sum. So when you do the math, turns out it's better than I had imagined. Thanks Brandon!
Me and Christine Baranski
We look like we could be best friends
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