This just in from Mr. James the British roommate. He is reporting from California this week, and knows of my fondness towards Mr. JT:
Oh yeah, forgot to tell ya - last night I'm on the dancefloor in Suede throwing down my best moves when who should appear at my side? Justin Trousersnake, that's who. Of all the luck. Still, at least he brought Cameron with him.
This is not a wind-up.
Hot 810 Elevator Lobby boy was nowhere to be seen at the ice cream social. In fact, the ice cream social seemed to be my office playing hookey. I met no one new, but did catch up on some steamy office gossip. yip. Now, concerning hot 810 Elevator Lobby boy - time for missed connections.... ah.