The Times I Saw John Oliver and Wyatt Cenac

On my way home today,

I saw John Oliver and Wyatt Cenac.

Let me set the scene:

I bought myself two dozen peachy pink roses from

a bodega and was carrying the bunch home.

Today is the last day I'll have superlong hair.

It was either me or the woman in front of me

with the stretchy skirt and ass sweat,

but the guy sitting on the stoop said

within my hearing,

"Fine fucking ass."

I'd like to think he says that to all the 

women that walk by.

So anyway, today, I see the dude that has to

be Wyatt Cenac.

And the dude in the baseball cap and glasses

is definitely John Oliver.

So I boldly try to make eye contact

with either of them

and smile.

They are both handsome fellows.

Wyatt's busy talking,

but John smiles at me.

How cool is that?

I think it helps wearing a minidress

to not feel invisible.

I think I saw John Oliver and someone else

talking and walking once before

when I had been singing to myself.

It was dark and cold, 

and I sang-walked between

two tall men,

one that looked like John Oliver

and spoke British,

and the other was talking about soccer.

I realized too late

that maybe I shouldn't have been

singing in public

because I sound like a dying animal.

I'm pretty sure I saw Wyatt before

when I rushed home to

pick up Thai food

for dinner before the

Barry Manilow concert.

Wyatt was by himself then.

But the point of all this is that

I got a smile out of comedian/actor

on the street.

How cool is that?