Well, he and his girlfriend recently called it quits so we've been talking a lot lately. Don't get me wrong - I don't have a problem with his being more my friend when he's alone, mainly because I know he needs our friendship at those times. We have a very up-front and no b.s. relationship and I think he finds that helpful at such times.

Anyway, the following is actually an e-mail exchange we had this morning which cracked me up, so I thought I'd share (even though it's probably only crack-up-able to me):

MASON: I have two tickets, that I need to sell, for �Cats� at the Pantages Theatre for this Saturday night at 8pm. These are good seats in the Orchestra section. $140 for the pair (which is what I paid, originally)

Please let me know, ASAP if you�re interested.

Thanks,

ME: Cats? Are you fucking kidding me?

MASON: Why, what�s wrong with CATS?

ME: Well, if you have to ask�

Oh well�you USUALLY have good taste, so I�ll let this one slide.

You have no idea how I have mocked Cats for the past ten years or so. I guess you�d have to hang with me and the other cool kids to fully understand, but to me this is comical.

MASON: I�m going to see Les Miserables Sunday night. Does this meet with your approval?

ME: OK, now there is a fine show!

Wow � look at you, Mr. Theater-Goer. Groovy. :)

MASON: I�ve seen it four other times�.once in London, which was cool.

ME: OK, now you�re just starting to bug me with this bragging.

I�m just jealous cuz I haven�t been to the theater for several months and I�m irritated because my theater-going pals won�t go see The Producers with me because they either have no money or just don�t want to spend it because they have some other big events going on (you know like trips to Alaska and Europe that I am also jealous about).

MASON: Sorry to hear that�I�ve heard good things about the Producers.

ME: Yes, well, from the look of it you�ll probably end up going before me, so let me know how it was.

Actually, I think I�ll end up buying my sister a ticket as a gift and in this manner I can just force her to go with me.

MASON: I think I�m done with plays for a while�that was a Sherry thing and it brings back too many memories.

ME: Damn�I was just adding that to my list of things to tell my gal pals in an effort to entice them to let me fix them up with you! It is terribly difficult to find a man who likes to go to the theater, you know.

Of course, I wasn�t going to tell them about the whole Cats thing�

MASON: You could tell them that I have a 9� tongue and breathe through my ears�

ME: Oh, they already know that. That�s on all the bathroom walls, you know. You�re universally-renown.

MASON: So long as they spell my name right.

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Ah...good times.

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