This weekend I learned that I am a few degrees of separation away from a couple of celebrities.

On Friday night I went out with a friend and some of his friends, and I learned that my friend’s friend’s ex-boyfriend, with whom my friend’s friend still lives, went home with a certain celebrity after the Les Miz closing party. The celebrity’s name rhymes with Gallon Strumming, and he once appeared in a photo with Faustus’s dog.

Later in the weekend, I learned that on Friendster (which I recently mentioned, and which everyone else now seems to be talking about too), I am three degrees of separation away from another celebrity, who was a child on a 1980s sitcom about a single mother and her male Italian housekeeper and who subsequently came out of the closet. His name rhymes with Manny Gin Sorrow, but on Friendster he uses the one-syllable version of his name.

I’m not sure if it’s really him or just an impostor, but at any rate… it’s pretty cool.

New York is such a small town.