Amy Adams.
Amy Ryan.
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Amy Adams.
Amy Ryan.
Ryan Adams.
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I've drank with one of those three....and it was fun. But...could have been more fun if it was one of the other two. I'll let you guys figure out who's who in that semi-name drop....
Posted by: don lewis | December 19, 2007 at 12:51 AM
Not to pooh-pooh your achievement, Don, but there was a time not too long ago when one couldn't stroll through the East Village WITHOUT drinking with Ryan Adams...
Posted by: Glenn Kenny | December 19, 2007 at 10:31 AM
Far easier to figure out:
1. Which one of those three drunkenly groped my future wife (then girlfriend) at her own art exhibition?
2. Which one sang "Puff the Magic Dragon" with me on a movie set last year?
3. Which one is getting far too many accolades for playing a coke whore because lookin' to'e up = awards?
Posted by: Aaron Hillis | December 19, 2007 at 02:38 PM
Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha, A.H., I knew I could goad you into making that revelation!!! I'll let you guess who I'd wanna grope while singing a Peter Paul & Mary song, were I not a married man, natch...
Posted by: Glenn Kenny | December 19, 2007 at 10:42 PM
Yes Glenn, but I've never BEEN to NY...so, there.
Posted by: don lewis | December 20, 2007 at 12:43 AM