Just in case they Google their names

I went to a play last night, and later took a photo of the main actor, the playwright, a good friend and another man who writes and acts too. I don't have any of them as Facebook friends; they aren't on Twitter or LinkedIn. I don't know their emails or snail mail addresses. What to do? How can I show them this fab photo?

Then I had a clever idea. I'll put it on my blog and list their names. I'll bet you one of them will do a Google on his own name in the future and they'll see this pic.

The guys in the photo are Chris Blakeley, Justin Butcher, Andrew Harrison and Murray Watts. Now I'll just wait and see what happens....

Here are a few of us before dinner. Mel and I were late because no trains were running from Reading. Finally we got on a stopping train that took hours and was jam packed. A woman sat across from us and talked non-stop. Her voice had a grating edge to it that made her verbal diarrhea much harder to bear. And it wasn't as if she was saying anything that was even remotely interesting.

"For all my faults," I said to my husband as we suffered through the trip, "at least I'm not boring." (He had to agree.)

We finally arrived at Paddington, too late to eat with our friends at their trendy restaurant in Islington, so we had to buy some Burger King in a bag and eat it while running to catch the underground.

We just had time for a drink and to pose for a silly photo before the play:

I got a bit out of hand after the play. I was so excited to be hanging out with artists that I got over-excited. (Plus one of the guys took a couple of bottles of wine into the theater, and we helped ourselves during the play.) One of the women there is a documentary maker, and I'd just seen her latest effort on TV without knowing who made it. When I realized who she was, I fawned over her with excitement.

I work with computer geeks all day, every day, so when I run across a bunch of creative people, I can get a little out of control. (I'm calmer today.)