
Last month after my company holiday party, I took a cab downtown to Anthony's, pretty drunk from the night's festivities. He was at the vodka bar below his apartment (I scored a dream man, huh?) and told me that I should meet him there for a drink before going upstairs. Feeling a bit too tipsy for public, I turned him down and told him that I should go to bed. As I stepped out of the cab, Anthony walked out of the bar to meet me and make sure I made it to his apartment OK. Sweet man, right? Sweet until a Lexus pulled up to the sidewalk carrying who Anthony claimed was Jon Voight. I looked at him like he was crazy! Why would Jon Voight be going to a vodka bar downtown? That was too ironic for my drunk ass and I told him to have fun with "Jon Voight" who was in my mind probably an old geezer who resembled him a bit and I got into the elevator as Anthony went outside.
Turns out, it was Jon Voight and he was actually going to the penthouse in Anthony's building for a party. Anthony rode the elevator with him (I could have been in that elevator too), told him he was working on his new show, and became buddies with him. I cannot tell you how pissed I was when he told me this the next morning. Moral of the story? When your boyfriend tells you he sees Jon Voight- believe him!
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