Toronto Joe

I'm having the best time in Toronto.

The job is insannnnnely busy. Ridiculous actually. It's completely unorganized and really tense on set at times, etc. We fired our lead actor guy after 2 days because he just wasn't cutting it. This put us behind schedule-wise and things have been a nightmare of unorganization - chaos, really - ever since. We can't seem to catch up. But we'll make it through.

Last weekend I went out with our two actors and some of their friends and had a great time. Good food, good conversation, etc.

And I met a boy. Get ready for a long story. He's 27 and this artist, actor, writer, director, producer guy. His name is Joseph and he's amazing. From Day One on set I could tell he was looking at me and he was one of the few people on set that I never got around to officially introducing myself to. We had only exchanged a few "hi/bye's" and then one day he walked right up to me and said, "Has anyone ever told you you look like Diane Lane?" I hadn't showered and had a baseball hat on. I was like, seriously? But as cheesy/sweet as the line was - it was the way he looked at me when he said it that began the intrigue.

From then on we would chat a little here or there on set and that was it. Then last Saturday night I'm out with the actors and some of their friends and I hear that he's going to meet us out. So he does and I ditch the group I was with and went with he and his brother and cousin to another bar.

So Joseph has been drinking and tells me that he has a huge crush on me, he thinks I'm amazing, blah, blah...goes on and on. And it's really intense since he's an artist. He just made a short film and he said I was blowing his mind and he thinks part of him made the movie for me...on and on. I have never been more flattered in my life. Typing this out and re-reading it - I can see how it would look like, "Oh come on...." but it's the honesty with which he reveals these thoughts that makes me trust it.

So that night he came back to my place and we made out. He spent the night. At this point I was thinking, "Eh...he's fun to play with while I'm in Toronto, but I'm not going to get that into him."

So I show up for work this past Monday and it's a little awkward on set...then Tuesday's not as bad...then by Friday we're finding as much time as possible to sit next to each other so we can talk. He's really grown on me. We have so much in common and he's so fun to be around. He has a great laugh and thinks I'm hysterical which is always nice :) He asked me out for Saturday - Mets vs. Blue Jays game.

Backup to Friday - we were getting a ride home from our location in the Line Producer's truck. There wasn't enough room for Joseph in the truck so he was sitting in the bed of the truck in the back. So I hopped in there with him and it was so much fun. We were talking about how random life can be. One minute I'm in LA...the next I'm lying down in the back of a truck with Toronto Joe engulfed in amazing conversation.

We thought we were getting a ride home but then the truck stopped at this bar/restaurant. So we hop out of the truck and look like total rednecks to the hip Toronto-ites smoking outside. Awesome. I love that shit.

He sat next to me and we'd be in mid-conversation and then just stop and laugh and stare at each other because we can't believe how well we get along. Then he said, "You make me feel so special." I've never hung out with a guy so unafraid of saying exactly what he's thinking. It's so goddamn refreshing and freeing.

So we proceeded to get drunk. We ran into the editor of his short film - which I watched and it's absolutely beautiful. He's really talented. Which makes him all the more sexy. So we hang out with the editor and then he says that he wrote a poem for me. I'm thinking, "this guy is too much." And he was all drunk and embarrassed and wanted me to read it and then said, "no, no, I can't let you - it's not finished yet." He finally decided to let me read the first part and it was really good. He makes ME feel so special.

He came back to my place again and spent the night. We stayed in bed until the early afternoon. He left to shower and came back to take me to the Mets game. After that we went up to the top of the CN Tower which is the tallest free standing structure in the world. So we go up there and get a drink and watch the sunset. With another person it would've been cheesy but it isn't with him for some reason. On the way down in the elevator full of people we stood in the middle and faced each other. We stood as close as possible without touching. Our cheeks were side by side and we stayed in that position and didn't say a word the whole ride down. Just stood in silence and immersed ourselves in the tangible chemistry. When the elevator door opened I felt ourselves physically have to separate to exit. He looked at me and said, "Good times."

Then we went to get dinner...then went to another place to get wine & cheese. He knows a lot about wine and fine dining (LOVE that!)...then we went to a dance club that was horrible but we were laughing about how horrible it was. Then he came back to my place again and spent the night. We never run out of things to talk about, laugh about and even if there's some silence it's comfortable.

So - this whole long story - and the twist is he has a girlfriend. But he's been really honest with me from the beginning and said that he lives with her, they've been going out for a couple of years, but it's essentially over. He sunk all of his money into this short film so he can't afford to move out. He's stuck. He can't move in with his parents because they're about 1 1/2 hours outside the city and he needs to be in the city for film connections. He can't shack up with friends because most of them are living with someone or have a baby on the way, etc.

I've never been with someone knowing they have a girlfriend, but I don't care. I'm just going with it. It's so rare to find a connection and I'm not going to NOT hang out with him. Especially since he said it's over between them - it sounds like he's the real life mirror image of the movie "The Break Up". Plus, I have to think of this as an affair since we don't live in the same city.

It's going to be interesting going forward with him. He's someone that I already know I want in my life for as long as I'm alive. I want to travel with him. I miss him when I'm not around him. I worry that I'll get too attached to him - and the artist intensity - and it'll be difficult to say goodbye to him when I leave Toronto, but I'm going to worry about that later. I wouldn't miss out on a minute of being able to hang out with him because of a little heartache down the road. I feel so lucky to have him in my life. And it's amazing to be able to tell him that to his face without fear of rejection, humiliation...

Besides Joe.... Toronto is a wonderful city. It's one of the most international cities in the world yet everyone gets along so well. The people are all so friendly. You get the city/NY feel without the claustrophobia. You can drink the water from the tap. There are so many trees. The streets are clean. I'm really enjoying it.

The apartment they have me in is so sweet. I'm on the top floor (20th) of this building so I have a cool city view. And weekly maid service which helps.

My mom and dad are coming up here for Canada Day weekend (same as July 4th weekend). I'm so excited! After this is over I'm probably going to Atlanta for a week to hang out with them and then...? I have no idea. We'll see. This Toronto show could hit and become a regular 1/2 hour somewhere. Whatever. I'm really not thinking about it at all. There's no time since we're so busy - so that's a good thing. Will deal when the time comes.

Exciting changes ahead...

Heineken

That's what I'm drinking right now...a Heinekin. It makes me happy.

Ahhhh, yeahhh [deep sighhhhhh]

I'm at the office. It's 11:03pm on Saturday night and I'm at the office. Did I say, "I'm at the office?" Oh, right. Back there three times. Sorry. Just wanted to make sure everyone knew I was at the office. There' s a perfectly good explanation, but it still screams, "LOSER!" no matter how you tell it.

But I'm gonna tell it...so liketahearithearitgoes.

I'm flying to Toronto, Ontario tomorrow morning. I'm going to be staying there for 2 months to work on our TBS project. Our fucking CBS pilot didn't get picked up. The one that would've landed me the promotion that I've been working towards for 2 years. And would've gotten me to NY. Yeah. THAT one. Didn't get picked up. So now I'm going to Toronto to work with a bunch of characters on our other thing. I was trying to stay positive but that wasn't working so I thought I'd blog it out. It's my therapy. So I logged onto Internet Explorer to get to my blog and I have CNN.com as my homepage. Please check out this article I saw as I logged on:

http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/americas/06/03/canada.terror/index.html

Uhhhhhh, YEAH! Just lovely. I didn't realize Canadians were so bad ass, but regardless, I don't need to see that the night before I board a plane to Toronto.

Then I saw this article. Is it bad that I wish I could be there to party with them?

http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/06/03/hell.party.ap/index.html

To catch everyone up to speed I have moved out (as of tomorrow) of the Bev Hills 90210 house I lived in for 3 years. My friend that owns the house has gotten engaged and his woman's moving in and needs my room for her stuff. So I'm out.

When I get back from Toronto I'll be homeless.

That sucks.

Then when I'm done with this job in Toronto I'll most likely be jobless as well.

That sucks.

I need anti-anxiety medication. I'm serious. [sipping Heinekin] I think it'll really help me. I was always anti-taking pills but now I've gone to the other side and feel that having anxiety all the time really isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm now just anti-anxiety. If a pill helps me get through a rough patch - then why the hell not?

So why am I at the office? Before I take off for Toronto I needed to park my piece of shite 1987 Nissan Sentra at work so my co-worker can keep an eye on it. I meant to do it earlier today, but I went over to my boss's house to do something on his computer and it took longer than expected. BUT, the payoff was his wife had friends over for her birthday and they had leftover Dom Perignon so I had 4 glasses while I was on his computer.

I love LA. Sipping my Dom while working on some guy's computer.

So then I drove to work. Dumped my car. Came into the office to grab a Heine and thought I'd blog.

What else is going on? I had one last night with Hot Actor Boy Jeffrey. It was...interesting. He had a friend in town and they were going out with a bunch of friends to Baha Cantina - a really fun meat-market type of margarita joint. I love it. Reminds me of Rio Bravo in Buckhead (which is now shut down - so sad).

So I get to the place - can't find him anywhere. I call. No answer. Order and drink a margarita by myself. I call. No answer. I order another margarita. Befriend the 2 guys and 2 girls sitting at the bar in front of me. One of the guys is an actor and had auditioned for our CBS pilot. Reminded of how small a town LA is. I take another look around the bar and finally find Jeffrey. He had grown a beard when he was in Thailand and I didn't recognize him.

He looks hot. As usual.

He's at a HUGE table with tons of friends so I take a seat at the end and chat up his friends. Drink more margaritas. The 2 guys I chatted with earlier come find me. We bond over the fact that the 2 girls they were with were annoying. One of the guys asks for my number and as I'm giving it to him I say, "Oops. I'm moving in a week sooo..." He shuts his phone. It hits me that I'm really leaving. I drink more alcohol.

Jeffrey, his friends & I go to another bar and I have a couple beers. His friends are really cool and I'm having fun. Then I make some snide comment to him and he says, "What are you doing? Are you picking a fight?" I look at him and am about to bust into tears so I run out of the bar........and proceed to bust into tears.

Apparently I wasn't raised to be okay with sleeping with a guy for YEARS but not feel anything towards that person. God damn my parents. I proceed to cry and try to stop myself which only makes me cry more. I tell Jeffrey that I've been really lonely in LA and he's kept me going and I cherish out time together but I'm not able to sleep with him and feel nothing. He grabs me and tells me that he wouldn't keep calling me if he didn't care about me. Part of me felt like he meant it. Part of me felt like he was just saying it because I was crying. I was drunk - who knows.

He was such a sweetheart though. A trooper really. We went back to his place. I grabbed his guitar and pretended I could play (In another life I'm going to be a GREAT guitar player) . He said I looked sexy holding the guitar. He taught me how to strum. We smoked pot. I felt better. He found some massage oil and gave me a really long massage. I felt better. We had sex. I felt much better.

Then I couldn't sleep and wanted to have sex again. So I rubbed him in the right ways and we got worked up and then the most interesting thing happened: We had angry sex. I've never done that before but we were pushing each other away and hitting each other (lightly) and it went on for a long time. It was really fucking interesting.

Then we slept and had the morning sex. GOD I love the morning sex. Then we went out to breakfast and it was awkward. There were so many things I wanted to say to him. I hate how he's never ONCE asked me anything about myself. How many siblings do I have? Did I play sports in high school? Who's my favorite Olympian? WHAT-ever. Just something. But no. We just sat there. Finally he said, "Soooo, Toronto huh?" I could barely talk about it though for fear of my tear bucket overflowing again. I'm too damn sensitive.

At the end of the breakfast we talked about the book "Night" and he said he'd mail me his copy so I could read it. I emailed him my address and instead of the book he emailed me a postcard he had written to me when he was in Thailand. He had put the Thai stamps on it, but didn't have my address to mail it. He had saved it. And mailed it to me. His way of saying, "Shut up. I care about you." It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot.

So tomorrow I fly to Toronto. Then next weekend I fly to Vegas to celebrate my Aunt Diana's 60th birthday. She's skydiving. My dad will be there. I can't wait to see him! And my cousins Randy & Steve who kick ass as well. I miss my family.

Morning Sex

I love morning sex. Don't you? I've decided that I need to start more of my mornings this way. There's no comparison between morning sex and my herbal tea. Sex is definitely a better way to start the day.

I wrote that first paragraph of this entry on February 23rd. It's now May 5th and I'm finally getting around to finishing. I've been a liiiiiitle busy with work. That first paragraph makes me want to cry because it means that it's pretty much been since February 23rd that I've had morning sex. And instead of being out at some Mexican bar celebrating their independence with a cool, tasty margarita tonight (What? I care about Mexico's independence from...was it Spain? Britain? Mesopotamia? Whatever...I care about [margaritas] Mexico's independence.).........I'm stuck at work at 8:25pm on a Friday night. And it would be okay if I were doing stimulating, satisfying work, but instead I'm printing scripts. But at least I have time to catch up on this blogging thing.

I shall break everything down into life categories so as to make this organized (I'm not unlike "Monica" from Friends - I'm way too anal and freakishly strong).

Friends (speaking of)
I hope they're doing well. I've been working too much in the past month and a half to know what's going on with anyone. I hope they're still alive and well and wanting to hang out with me when I resurface.

Family
See "Friends"

Sex (yessss, this qualifies as a "life category")
If it weren't for Hot Actor Boy Jeffrey I wouldn't have anything to put in this category. But thank God for 8" favors. We hung out awhile ago and had a great night. And morning. Hence the beginning of this blog entry. He made me breakfast and then took me for a ride on the back of his motorcycle. We drove up the PCH to Pepperdine and then through Topanga Canyon and back home. That was a moment I hope I never forget. Holding onto a hot guy on the back of his bike while looking at the beach whizzing by. Awesome.

Then we went to a Billy Joel concert that week as well. I got free tickets through work and my first backstage pass. That was pretty damn cool. I had met Billy earlier in the day and was so in awe that when he asked, "How are you?" I said, "I...I'm goo-...well, I uh, I'm fine." It was as if I was a frustrated toddler trying to get put together these new things called WORDS that everyone around me used to communicate thoughts. Classic.

The concert was really, really fun. Billy rocked the house. Sean Hayes sat behind us. Marlee Matlin was in our row. Scott Grimes (red head from "ER") was in front of us. And best of all Hot Actor Boy Jeffrey thought I was supercool for the great seats and VIP access. So I stayed the night at his place and went to work the next morning. That was the last I saw of Hot Actor Boy Jeffrey because he went to Thailand for a couple weeks. He just got back though so hopefully we'll get together soon ;)

Car
I drove a Saturn for about 1 1/2 years that I bought off my roommate. I hated that car. After it hit the 50,000 mile mark everything started falling apart on it. No A/C, window was stuck down just in time for rainy season, radio reception sucked, seat belt wouldn't retract, couldn't open the glove box because it wouldn't shut again......the list goes on.

I think I subconsiously wanted to end it's life so I wasn't that shocked when I got into a fender bender one rainy morning on my way to work. I hit some old guy with a Disability Plate on the back of his new Mercedes. Lovely.

But I emerged victorious and once again proved that reckless driving pays off because my Saturn was totaled as a result of the tiny accident (proves the car is literally worth a piece of shit) and I got a check from my insurance company.

I get on Craig's List and 12 hours and $900 later I'm driving a......[drumroll]......1987 Nissan Sentra. YEAH BABY!!!! It rocks. I made an $800 profit at the end of the day. Not bad. So if you see an old person driving around. Go rear end 'em a little bit. You could pay off a credit card or take a spa weekend.

I get in the new tin box this past Tuesday morning and it's completely dead. Great. I haven't even had time to take it to the DMV to get the damn thing registered and it's dead. I hadn't even had it a month yet.

So I wait a couple days until I have time to call a tow truck from AAA. The tow truck guy gets to the house and I explain the problem and he suggests trying to start the car. I roll my eyes and say, "I'm telling you it's dead." I put the keys in and it starts right up. He was very nice not to rub my nose in it.

So I'm driving around at lunch and the car dies again. In the middle of the street when I'm driving. Some nice guys happened to be walking by and pushed the car off the road for me. I call AAA again. Another tow truck guy comes. Remember this is the same day. I explain the problem to him and he suggests popping the hood. I roll my eyes and say, "I'm telling you it's dead." He looks at the battery and one of the things popped off the thing (sorry, you'll have to fill in your own mechanical jargon there). He puts it back on and the car starts right up.

I gave him a $10 for his trouble. I swear....[note to self: sign up for car engine class]

At least the car's working now.

Work
I'll try to make this brief, but I can't promise anything (and if you've made it this far you've realized by now that I'm not the most succinct blogger. I feel details are very important).

So - we have several projects going on at work, but there are 2 main ones. A show for TBS and a show for CBS. The "T" and "C" are very important distinctions.

The TBS show has been really frustrating so far because of the people we're working with. And just the nature of the project. There are 83 scripts to number, title, organize, give notes on and keep straight in my head. What draft are we up to on #47? What's the location of #29? Etc. This project is shooting in Toronto and it's recently come up that I may go for the shoot to assist the director with whatever she needs and also be there for the entire post production which is scheduled to go through Aug. 15th. And with these people I'm sure we'll run over.

Now - there's the other show. For CBS. We find out in 11 days if that's getting picked up. If it does then I'm probably getting a promotion to Associate Producer and will be moving to NY where that one will shoot. UNLESS they decide to do the post production here in LA. In which case I'll be devastated because I really, really want to move to NY, but can't pass up the opportunity on the show.

And then there's a twist. If the CBS show gets picked up then I'd probably need to be in NY ready to work by the beginning of August. Which means that the Toronto show would overlap. And since I can't be in two places at once...I don't know.

AND I may have to make a decision to go to Toronto or not BEFORE we find out about the CBS show. I don't think that'll happen but it's possible.

Still with me?

Best case scenario is that the CBS show gets a midseason pickup which means we'd start a little later and I could probably fit in both projects.

But - as we all know - life just doesn't turn out that well. Usually. Maybe I'll get to cash in on some of that good karma that's bound to be heading my way aaaaaany day now. 11 days to be exact.

Viva La Mexico!

Up and Down

This week has been so up and down (hence the title of this blog entry). It started out great because we booked the actor we really wanted for a TV pilot I'm working on.

Up!

Then I did my taxes and found out I owe a lot of money and my entire savings account that was to help me move to NY will be gone.

Down!

Then my boss gave me a raise and a bonus to make up for what I have to pay in taxes.

Up!

Then I found out we're shooting our TV pilot in LA instead of NY (I really wanted to go to NY).

And down again!

Then last night I watched Oprah on TiVo and she did that annoying thing she does which is put everything in perspective. She reported on the state of things for the Hurricane Katrina survivors.

Okay, so my little ups and downs are nothing, Oprahhhh. I realize I'm lucky to be alive, have a job, a roof over my head and food in my stomach.

It was one of those reports that - by the end - makes me want to quit the Entertainment biz and do something more philanthropic with my life. Buuuuut I need to make some money first before I can be such a "giver".

It truly is amazing how she's building 65 homes and creating a new community in Houston, TX. I love that she uses her power for good.

But then I hate it when she interviews Tom Cruise and kisses his ass the whole time, but...no one's perfect.

Is it bad that I'm watching "American Idol" instead of the Olympics? I feel like a bad American or something. I just can't bring myself to care about watching some chicks from Japan and Norway speed skate...or luuuuuge. (You have to say it like that. "Luuuuuuuge." Otherwise you're not doing the word - or the sport - justice) Meanwhile, my roommate is actually THERE in Turin... Torrino... TomAto...Tom-AH-to...whatever.



vs.



Tough call...

Okay, so I just took a break from writing this entry (this is tougher than it looks) and saw an article on freakin' CNN.com that told me who won the Gold medal for the woman's figure skating. That's the ONE THING I wanted to watch tonight! Fuckin' time difference. They should put a disclaimer at the beginning telling you that you might not want to read any further or it'll ruin it for you.

I'm going to try a new Lean Cuisine frozen dinner tonight. Ahhhhh, my Beverly Hills lifestyle. Aren't you jealous? It's Lemongrass Chicken!



I'm going to recommend a book to you 3 people who read this blog. It's "Twighlight of the Superheroes" by Deborah Eisenberg. It's a collection of short stories and I've only read the first one so far, but I love her writing style. Check it out...

Great toast

I was reading a book today (are you impressed?) and in it there was a great toast that I want to remember and share with whoever reads this thing. The next time you need to make a quick, witty toast before drinking alcohol try using this one:

"Here's hoping that when you get to Heaven...it's at least 30 minutes before Hell finds out."

I thought that was great. And please notice my use of the ellipses in there. The beat is very important for emphasis.

That'll be my "go-to" toast when the pressure's on. Now that I think about it I need a "go-to" joke too. Don't really have one. Everyone needs a good solid joke to tell at parties. Must get working on that.

Weekend Review

MAN, I had the best weekend! After all the party craziness of the weekend before I was thankful that I had NOTHING that I HAD to do this weekend. It was fabulous. Friday night I stayed home and watched part of the Opening Ceremonies and I gotta say - pretty damn boring. Thank God for TiVo. I always feel so stupid too when they announce some country that I've never heard of before. "...Angora...Aruba...Aruthagippinstan...Bali..." Wait, what? I TiVo backwards to make sure I heard the announcer correctly.....yep, yep, he said "Aruthagippinstan" alright. I watch the globe at the bottom swirl around to the location of the country - still lost.

So....yeah, I got tired of feeling stupid - go figure - and resorted to my always faithful "Sex & the City" rerun.

Saturday I slept in really late (love that) and decided I needed to go running. I haven't run since the NY Marathon in early November and I was itching for a good jog (why does that sound sexual? GOD, I'm in heat). Given that I may be moving to NY soon I thought it'd be a good idea to take advantage of being close to the beach while I'm still in LA. So I drove up the PCH and found a cool spot. Put on my iPod and selected "Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve (so cliche, but don't judge...) which was the perfect song. The weather was fuckin' fantastic (75 degrees in February), the surfers were all lined up in their black wet suits, the sun was shining and I just ran. It felt great! .......aaaaand after about 5 minutes I had had enough of thaaaaat so I relaxed in my beach chair for about an hour listening to mellow tunes and then headed home.

With traffic it was a 27-hour round trip experience, but toooootally worth it.

Stayed in Saturday night as well. I contemplated calling a friend to go out, but in the end I got lazy and watched more of the Olympics. Saw a girl that I met at the Salt Lake Olympics in 2002 win the Gold medal in the moguls so that was cool.

I must admit that I also read some of Dr. Phil's book "Love Smart" Saturday night. My mom mailed this book to me randomly about a month ago and I almost lost my shit when I opened the box. I thought it might have been another belated birthday gift so I ripped open the package and......yeah. Dr. Phil's advice on finding a man. Jesus Christ. Is she serious? But luckily for her she included a note that said she didn't know if I'd get anything out of the book but thought she'd try. And it's a hardcover too. My mother borrows paperback books from people so she doesn't have to buy them. But when it comes to me finding a man she apparently has no problem shelling out the dough.

I was very ANTI the book. The whole idea of it pissed me off. "I don't need HELP finding a man! Reading a BOOK isn't going to help me find the guy of my dreams!" It sat on my floor next to my bed for about 2 weeks. Dr. Phil's smiling face looking up at me saying, "You're still siiiiiiinnnggglllllllle. There must be something wrong with you. Just read the first chapter. Go on little one. You can do it. You never knowwwwwww."

Fucking Dr. Phil. I hid the book for our party last weekend to protect myself from any potential embarrassing comments. That's ALL I need. So I found the book again this past Saturday night and decided that since I have a first date with a guy this week.....it can't hurt to just skim a little.

Most of the book is stuff I don't need, but he did have a few helpful statements I'll take with me.

Thank you, Dr. Phiiiiiiiil. [she says very unenthusiastically]



ANYWAY...Sunday I decided to place myself in a "target rich environment" (Dr. Phil-ism) and go to the golf range to hit a bucket of balls. I tried on 2 different casual outfits and spent about 15 minutes doing my hair when - in the end - it ended up in a baseball hat because Lord help me I look like I tried too hard. Overall it took me an hour to get ready - to go sweat.

The only cute boy at the driving range was with a cute girl (my baseball hat was better though - WHAT? I'm not bitter.) so that part was a bust, but I got some good golf swings in there.

Then I got the NY Times and plopped myself at a table at Red Rock and had a Guiness and a turkey burger. Then a girlfriend of mine called out of the blue so she joined me which was fun.

I ended the weekend with "Grey's Anatomy" of course. The world would end if I missed one second of Dr. McDreamy. Someone told me recently that I look like Ellen Pompeo and now everytime she's on screen I'm looking at her and thinking, "really?" Whatever, who cares.

I didn't go to bed until about 4:30am and I'm exhausted today. The anticipation of getting the question "Am I moving to NY or not?" answered is killing me. Hopefully I'll know by the end of this week!!!!!!!

Party Photos

I thank my friend, Sarah Rose, for these pictures. I'm always too distracted to take pictures when I'm hosting a party. So I handed the camera to her and I must say...she met so many people being the drunk party photographer. I was the only person she knew when she got there but by the end of the party she was BFF with everyone there! I highly recommend that method of meeting random people.

Here's a picture of me waiting to go to the bathroom. Whoever the hell was in there was taking forEVER. I was like, "Please don't let the toilet be clogged. Please oh please."

Me and my buddy, Kurt.




Me, Fuf (foof - nickname, long story) & Mary Beth (they're dating and are the nicest people)




Me & Hot Actor Boy Jeffrey




Aaaaand my personal favorite: Random Guy On My Bed

Good times....Gooooooood tiiiiiimes..................

Can't wait until the next one.

PPD (Post Party Depression)

For the past 3 weeks I've been planning a huge party with one of my roommates and two other friends. The party was this past Saturday night. People showed up. They ate. They drank. They laughed. They danced. They went home. Now I don't know what to do with myself. Literally, for the past month it's been, "Too many people are coming." "Is my hot actor boy going to show up?" "We don't have enough hummus." And now that it's over I'm confused about what the hell to concentrate my energies on. Myself? Interesting option.......buuuuuut, maybe later.

We looked fuckin' fabulous if I do say so myself. I've pasted the picture below to give you an idea of what I looked like. Will evennnnnntually get around to posting a real picture of myself but for now I feel this is a fair comparison.



Last night I got a call from my roommate saying that she thought there was an intruder in our back yard. She got me all freaked out and it was probably just a raccoon getting into the 57 bags of trash from the aforementioned party, but there was the distant memory of "Nightmare on Elm Street" that invaded my rational, conscience thoughts and completely took over.

Before we entered the house, my roommate revealed that she had "911" already typed into her cell phone just in case the scary homeless man tried to attack us. That made me feel better. After searching around and finding nothing but our other roommate's cat, Storm (he so doesn't live up to that name), we decided to let it go and watch "Grey's Anatomy" on TiVo. Amazing how a little Dr. McDreamy can make the scary man in the backyard go away...

My hero...

In the beginning...

[Taking a deep breath in and exhaling] Ahhhhh......can you smell that people? No? It's only one of the best smells there is. Right up there with fresh cut grass, roses and chlorine (it's a "former lifeguard" thing). It's the smell of a fresh new BLOG!

That's right. This is my first posting. And I feel really weird. Why am I putting my thoughts out there for anyone to read? Or, is that the beauty of it? I'll never meet the people that read my blog. Or will that be my cool "how I met my husband" story?

(At the engagement party I'm addressing a crowd of smiling faces) "Oh, it's a crazy story really. I had nothing to do while I was downloading an episode of South Park onto my iPod so I decided to start a blog. I never thought anyone would read it, let alone respond to it, and then one day I saw a comment from some guy named Kevin..." (beat as I look lovingly at my fiance, Kevin - everyone laughs) "...and I thought his comment was witty so I replied and the rest, as they say, is history." (we kiss and everyone claps...)

...Sorry. Snapping back to reality now. The whole "blogging" phenomenon really is interesting and quite fitting for me. I'm too lazy to write in a journal every night (plus, with all the typing I do all day I swear I've developed early arthritis. If I write for more than 5 minutes at a time my hands start to hurt.) and since I'm sitting at the computer all day - why not? Plus, I'm just the type of person who has enough ego to think that someone else out there would want to spend some of the few precious free minutes of their day reading about what's going on in my little life. I'm the oldest of three children. Enough said.

Let me say right off the bat that my intention for this blog is not to bore everyone (and who exactly is "everyone" again? Oh riiiiiight...me and a guy in China that's reading this) with the mundane details of my life. And it's not to get a pilot order from CBS. It's my attempt to fight the losing battle of me vs. my shrinking brain cells. I used to be smart. But the older I get the less free brain cells I have to devote to remembering the events of my life. So this "Wiary" (Get it? "Web" + "Diary"? I'm sure you're in awe of my inventiveness right now) is just to record the interesting details of my life. On the off chance that random people (or a close circle of friends I let in) are reading this I'll address my blogs to you and not myself. I promise to limit my postings to only the most newsworthy of topics (the definition of "newsworthy" is not up for debate).

So with that I say....enjoy!

(That's it for the first posting. Seriously. I have nothing to interesting to talk about right now.)