Also, Mandy Patankin was on my flight to NYC this past Sunday. About 3 rows ahead of me. What the heck is he doing flying Jet Blue.
Hey, you were on my mom's flight! Lucky. When I fly with my mom I get all kinds of animal crackers, soda, and magazines. I'm so jealous.
I know my impatience with actions like the fake kidnapping is heightened by two factors: my reaction to the perpetual expectation of me (as older sister) to excuse behaviour in others that I'm not to excuse in myself, nor expect to be excused for (and even the exhortation to not be me, so that other people can be themselves), and of having had the luxury to never have found myself in such a twisty position (with the result that I doubt they happen that often).
I'm not even entirely sure I understood that, since it read like a legal document to me, but I think I completely agree.
I have to name-drop. I went to see this off-Broadway play this afternoon, starring Vincent Kartheiser, because my friend used to be his agent. So we talked to his girlfriend at the intermission, and then after the play, went up to the (amazing!!) apartment where he's been staying for the run of the show. Vinnie almost bummed a cigarette off me, but rejected it because it was menthol.
You can all touch me now.
Did he refer to himself in the third person?
Not that I heard, but I was mostly talking to some casting agent or some shit. "Everyone" was "very excited" that's he's been able to "show his talent" in this show, even though it wasn't very successful (closed early, apparently).
Darn. "Can The Vincent bum a smoke?" would have been the best story ever.
I'm still freaked that he always called Tim, "sir."
For awhile, I couldn't figure out who the hell he was talking to.
This is why it's really just a namedrop, not a Story.
Which reminds me that Tim watched him walk away and mumbled, "polite kid, UNTIL I KILL HIM."
And then it occured to me that Tim was the Dred Pirate Roberts.
This is why it's really just a namedrop, not a Story.
I bet I can make it a story.
In fact, it's a fanfuckingtastic story.
Dear god, I had so much coffee.
