glow tape on some costumes. little kids needed escorts. big kids knew how to cross streets.

And the guy two houses up with the twentysomething "boarder" living in the house? Well, he might be light in the loafers.

And the people next door had a walk-in meat locker, which seemed odd considering that the grocery store was a block away.

Oh yeah, in 1979 things were "normal" in my neighborhood.

The magic of TiVo has brought us Zombies on Broadway! [link]

Heh! Did you see me and JZ talking about it in the movie thread?

Evie's the cutest fluffy bunny ever. She and ita should have a bunny cute-fight.

Tonight I did not end up having people over for movies as I suggested in the Moofies thread. I worked until 9 pm and then spent about 30 minutes trying to get from half a block to my apartment to my apartment on my way home from the office. It was horrifying.

Best part: while standing cheek to cheek with hundreds of other drunks and sluttily dressed Manhattanites trying to cross Sixth, I'm told, apropos of nothing, "Oh, I know what you are! Your glasses are perfect! You remind me so much of my third grade teacher!"

with hundreds of other drunks and sluttily dressed Manhattanites

Which were you?

Oh bon, getting stuck in the Halloween parade when you don't want to be a part of it = THE SUCK!

I had an awesome and surreal time tonight at a fundraiser concert. It was Broadway stars singing Elvis Costello songs. Really good stuff, only 1-2 weak performances. In the audience spitting distance from us, Mike Nichols, and Joel Grey. Then Elvis comes out and does 5 songs, for this house of maybe 200 people. GAH!. Then we go to the after party and on the banquet with me two people down is Molly Ringwald. And Elvis is just talking to people and Daphne Rubin-Vega said hi and smiled at me. SUR-REAL.

Which were you?

You got me! One option means I was drunk at work and the second means some kid had a REAL fucked up third grade. I'll let you decide.

One option means I was drunk and work and the second means some kid had a REAL fucked up third grade.

Bwahaha... Hadn't even thought about that. In honor of that, I'm having a glass of wine. That's right, I'm drinking instead of going to bed! And you can't stop me! Mwahaha.... oh hell.

Hey! J. August Richards is on CSI: Miami.

Anyone want to work for me tomorrow? I promise to be nice. Why must every theatre in town need electricians on the same day?

I have no candy. I doubt any trick-or-treaters came to my door, but I didn't get home until 10 anyway.

Today I worked in Arlington Heights, Lincolnshire, and Highland Park. Too much driving not to end up somewhere else at the end of the day.

At rehearsal this morning we were looking foward to one of our actresses dressing as Anne Frankenstein but since she was taking the train this morning she kept it very subtle. Just some bolts on a choker.

Was JAR guesting? Or is he a regular now? (On the Orange c.s.i.)