Internal monologue in italics.
Oops. I think I'm about to end up outing myself. So I say "I write for a couple of poker sites."
"Yeah, which ones?"
Don't panic. After all, it's not like you're Pauly. "I write for Pokerworks, Gambling Weblog and ihaveablogcalledpokerstage."
"Oh. I read Pokerworks. Who are you?"
Do you think he'd believe I'm Change100? Maybe Amy? Nope, no hat, definitely not gonna believe I'm Amy. "I'm Falstaff."
"Oh yeah, I've read your stuff. So what was that other thing? You have a blog?"
I. am. so. fucked. "Yeah, Pokerstage."
"So you try to keep that to yourself?"
"Yeah, well, blogs are kinda gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that."
"Yeah, that's true. I guess. So, do you know Iggy?"
"Yep, I know the little guy." 1000 miles away, and I'm second fiddle to a midget. I love having famous friends.