Basil pesto tortelini:
I woke up after a few hours' sleep just in time to watch Under the Tuscan Sun, which I dearly love. Seems I had a coincidental Italian Night, as I picked tonight to cook pesto pasta and crack open a bottle of Riveto Muscat d'Asti without knowing it was on. And the movie strikes more chords with me now, as the last time I saw it I hadn't yet made the first home I've had as an adult that feels worth coming home to.
Also didn't realize until tonight that the movie's perfect score was by Christophe Beck.
Me too! I didn't crash my car in a fit of alcoholic pathos!
GO TEAM ME!
So do I stay up or do I go to sleep for 4 hours?
Sleep for four hours.
(The last several times I've done it the other way, I've regretted it.)
(Speaking of, I should go to sleep.)
I walked on the red carpet and some fans screamed ALLYSON WE LOVE YOU and I waved and it was SO CUTE.
There was squealing when I walked the red carpet, but it was for Colin.
::sigh::
Allyson is a rockstar.
Nathan Fillion called msbelle.
Tim hugged me (unexpectedly, I think I left foundation on his sleeve).
I should be asleep but I'm AIMing a friend instead.
Colin gets all the props. It's a function of his being pathologically charming.
Well, he is the best Patrick ever, they say.