It Ain't Just The Place, It's The Company

Regardless of the outcome last night, the WATCH awards were a terrific occasion. Just wonderful. Two of the biggest reasons for it? Nano & Amanda.

I haven't seen Nano in months. I got us (some of the Elden Street Group) a table up front and off to the right. Nano sat across from me and cracked me up most of the night: One of the first award winners wasn't present, but was explained to be off at Harvard, earning a Law Degree. They were immediately followed another absentee winner, who was off on a cruise. Nano snickered, "earning a Law Degree." Snerk.


Nano is quite simply, the man. Any other claimants to said throne will have to get in line behind this man, who, in addition to being a loving father and husband, is a full-time firefighter. All the while he's acting in productions all across Virginia... and I have never seen him without a smile on his face. He is a rock. (And still, the man.)


Amanda was just phenomenal. I must have introduced her to two dozen people, and she was graceful as anything. Not everyone can meet perfect strangers, one after another, and maintain their cool, but she was at the top of her game. We talked, we schmoozed, we danced, and held our collective breath around 8:30 or so for all of five interminable seconds. Just smashing.

The whole night was marvelous. And that, I think, is as good a place as any to call it quits. Sweet dreams, folks.