HIT ME BABY AGAIN AND AGAIN

The production staff of NBC's late, lamented 2005 summer replacement series Hit Me Baby One More Time like nothing more than to get together, get hammered, and reminisce about the best seven weeks of our professional lives. The excuse this past Sunday was the presense of Englsh television genius Stewart Morris, the man behind immortal British small screen hits like Being Victoria Beckham. Stewart is a total mensch, and it was lovely to see him Saturday night at Cobras and Matadors (though Taylor's would've been prefered; nice work, Lenzi), and again at the bar in the ground floor of the Sofitel Hotel on Sunday. It can be weird, though. Whenever the Hit Me Baby crew hooks up en masse, it can be a bit like high school. The people who didn't give you the time of day when you were working still pretend like they don't know you. To those people I say this: get that stick out your ass. It's just TV. But when you see the people you loved, you love them that much more. Strange for such a transitory business.