In This Evening's Performance, The Roll of D-Money Will Be Played By Bluegrass Brit

I miss my D-Money terribly.

Having your closest friend move thousands of miles away is tough stuff.

You miss out on having that person who will bear the burden of all your gripes, all your insecurities. You long for someone with whom you can celebrate all your triumphs.

Sending D off to London has been a tough road to walk alone, but it's given me an opportunity to meet new friends.

Bluegrass Brit and Kate the Great out on the town

Now I could never trade D Money. She's my soul sister, my henchwoman, as it were. But now she's temporarily traded life in the ol' U-S of A for England, so I've filled in the vacancy with a perfect substitute, a Brit.

Bluegrass Brit is a fabulous chick whom I've gotten to know through the Junior League. She was raised in the UK but has duel citizenship because of her Kentucky born mother. The combination gives Brit an interesting perspective on political comings and goings in America.

I happened to have tickets to the Lion King Saturday night so I asked B Brit if she wanted to go along. She replied with an offer to cook dinner - we had the most fabulous Indian food and red wine before our taxi came to bring us to the Ohio side of the river.

The Lion King: What a great show. I highly recommend getting tickets should the show come your way. The costumes were phenomenal, the music truly moving. I felt quite lucky to get a chance to see such an inspiring and delightful performance.

After the play, B Brit and I headed to an old D-Money and Kate the Great haunt. McFadden's was packed with the usual crowd - handsome men in hip, nicely pressed button downs and women in little tops that left even less to the imagination.

I think we drank more than our fair share of flavored vodka there.

Afterwards, we decided to crash a private party.

We walked to Nicholson's bar (quaint, Scottish themed bar with tall ceilings and lodge-like beams and woodwork) across from the Aronoff theatre and were greeted by a kind gentleman in a kilt. We approached the door when the gent told us the bar was hosting a private party for the cast of Lion King. I had enough liquid courage running in my veins so I replied with a saucy, "But aren't we cute enough to crash a private party?"

The kilted man replied with a smile and an open door.

Score.

Once inside, Bluegrass Brit and I ordered a couple Stellas (thank you, Lion King, for the free beer) and chatted with some of the guests. Another round of Stellas, business cards exchanged and then B Brit and I took a cab back to Kentucky.

I really paid for all the partying the next day, but it was worth every second.