I just finished of the Ben and Jerry's Peach Cobbler. Nom.
I briefly met Danny Aiello, standing on a curb outside my building. Jesse from
All My Children
ate lunch next to me in a restaurant in the Village (years ago). Ric Ocasek used to walk down the street my dorm was on when I was at NYU (he lived in the same block). Was at the same supermarket more than once with a soap star. I played pool with Nora Roberts, badly. I met Scott Hamilton, who was sweet and polite and brutally wee.
Living in NY is sort of default cheating at that game, though.
My boss put in vacation for my monday. I just changed it to sick leave. Because liberal leave or not, I would have taken a sick day given all the shit going down that morning even with power, and she was cool with that. (Calling in "sick of this DAY DAMNIT" at 7 am apparently works with her.) Thing is, my boss is on vacation. Her boss is approving leave. I've prepared my tale of woe and stress.
I turned down Jermaine Dupree, Sinbad, and Mike Epps. I played footsy with Michael Imperioli. I negged Tommy Davidson. Hard. I flirted with Bill Bellamy.
Good god, I'm old. Also, black.
Jose Canseco told me he'd beat me up.
Grace had her first soccer practice tonight. [link] Predictably, it did not go well. There were tears. And vomit. But she looks cute in cleats and shinguards!
Jose Canseco told me he'd beat me up.
But that was krav, not flirting. I hope.
But that was krav, not flirting. I hope.
From the look on his face, it was hard to tell. He was, at least, trying to impress me.
Maria, all the best wishes and ~ma for you DH tomorrow.
Matt, much ~ma to your friend.
Juliebird, that sounds absolutely terrifying.
I came home from work and slept for five hours, because I got no sleep last night. I hope not to repeat the pattern tonight.
Besides meeting Gloria Steiniem (at the same time as smonster) and Jane Espenson (ditto), there are my many drinks with Corb Lund, where he has said many, many awkward, strange things to me. But I'm not sure he counts as a celeb, especially in the US, but it's a nice mental scrapbook of weird.
So you know how my iPod broke and I ran and got a little Nano?
G & J just sent me a brand new one. They didn't even know the one they had given me a few years ago broke.
It's so weird, because I wrote to G a couple of weeks ago to tell him that it was one of the best presents I ever got in my whole life, and I think of them often because sometimes when I feel like I am going to break, I just put in my headphones and it saves me.
And then I come home today, and there's a new iTouch on my doorstep.
How in the hell did I ever attract such awesome, generous people? I'm a total inept dick.
I am so proud of CJ. Again. It is over a week away, but CJ wants to participate in a memorial stair climb on Sept. 11th. He has even sent a note to his ARP chief to see if he can do it in uniform and if it can be an official ARP activity.
