From the Secret Diaries of Lance Mannion: In which I make a quantum leap in the direction of Sarah Jessica Parker and miss

For lunch today I chose the beef stew.

This decision caused three alternative universes to wink into existence.

In one of these alternative universes an alternative Lance Mannion had a chicken salad sandwich.

In the second alternative universe, the alternative Lance had the ribs leftover from take-out the other night.

I thought that in the third alternative universe, the alternative Lance met Sarah Jessica Parker at an outdoor cafe in Manhattan and the two shared a dessert while she complained about how Matthew Broderick was never home anymore.

I goofed.

It turned out that it was in this alternative reality I was supposed to have lunch with SJP.

By the time I realized this it was too late.

I had totally blown her off.

And then Matthew happened to wander by the cafe where she was waiting and they had a long heart to heart and worked things out.

So there goes that opportunity.

Oh well.

At least the stew was good.

Comments

[fasteddie]

Uma, yes. Amy Ryan, sure. January Jones or Christina Hendricks, no question. SJP? not so much. Broderick can have her.

[El Jefe]

Glad to see you're finding your own path to bargaining with the "noun, verb, blow up Vulcan" era, Lance. But I have to agree with fasteddie. Amy Ryan and Christina Hendricks in particular, in quite different but complementary ways, are as close to proof as we'll likely get that God loves us and wants us to be happy (particularly Christina Hendricks in, say, a mid-calf cocktail dress, but I digress ....) SJP is full of genuine charisma but, for me at least, no pull. I leave a proper appreciation and celebration of the world's blondes in your capable hands. She clearly needs to ring down the curtain on what's left of Ferris Bueller, though.

[Ken Muldrew]

De gustibus non est disputandum (obviously I'm talking about the beef stew, on other matters I have to side with El Jefe and fasteddie).

[Dutch]

???

O_O

>_<

O_O

???

Eeeez jus' keeeeeeeding!

Right? Please tell me you are kidding about SJP?

You can't be Salinger's Judger of Horses enough to recognize Shawnee Smith for her bimbo hotness and see the inner Shawnee in... uh... Parker???

Dude.

Dude.

Duuuuuuuuuude.