Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Blackmail
I can not even imagine what crap people will find if I ever run for office, become famous, die an extravagant death etc. I am SURE this lady wouldn't have even imagined this DOODLE would make it to the blogs. Seriously, its weird what people come up with. Keep in mind a lot of things are doctored now but still. I'm just trying to take inventory of what could possibly show up. Oy!
Did you know: MTA retrieves things from the tracks?
I was in the subway in Soho and saw someone who looked familiar. Then I realized he was an actor. I knew it would bug the crap out of me cuz he was one of those people you vaguely picture in a certain type of role but would never be able to place him in a movie or as a character and know you'll never remember. So I did what any sane person would do and decided to ask him his name. I was no where close to him but started walking his way and then my phone decided to jump out of my hand and into the track. What to do? Still go ask his name? Yell at my phone? Yell at myself?
Well I stared at my phone for a couple seconds and thought it was a lost cause. Then a man told me I could easily get it if I ask the station person. Then a homeless man offered to jump in the tracks to get it for me. I forced him to stay on the platform and assured him I would get help.
The station master told me it would be about 45 minutes to an hour. Mind you I was in the middle of a work day and snuck out for an interview. Awesome. He then wrote his phone number down on a piece of paper, told me to take a walk, and call him in about 40 minutes. Then I just stared at him and he realized, oh yea, my phone was in the subway tracks which is why I was there in the first place.
I took a walk to get a drink, walked into Scoop where I had last been with Seth Green after slamming a door into him when leaving an interview. Something about Broadway and job interviews in Soho makes me spaztic with celebs. It couldn't possibly just be me. Anyways, I came back and waited about 40 more minutes and 2 men with a claw like contraption came to the rescue. I was wondering why it didnt have the dinosaur head on it. They scoop it up in .5 seconds and my phone was as good as mine again. Still working, just a little grimier.
I tried to explain who I saw to my coworker. I said, "very red puffy lips and blonde hair, and I just keep picturing him doing drugs in a role. He kinda reminds me of Macaulay Culkin". She immediately said, "could he possibly look like Kurt Cobain or Leo D?" In less then 2 minutes IMDB told us the answer. Michael Pitt. I have now seen his presence multiple times since then. It's funny how you notice things once you are aware of them.
Well I stared at my phone for a couple seconds and thought it was a lost cause. Then a man told me I could easily get it if I ask the station person. Then a homeless man offered to jump in the tracks to get it for me. I forced him to stay on the platform and assured him I would get help.
The station master told me it would be about 45 minutes to an hour. Mind you I was in the middle of a work day and snuck out for an interview. Awesome. He then wrote his phone number down on a piece of paper, told me to take a walk, and call him in about 40 minutes. Then I just stared at him and he realized, oh yea, my phone was in the subway tracks which is why I was there in the first place.
I took a walk to get a drink, walked into Scoop where I had last been with Seth Green after slamming a door into him when leaving an interview. Something about Broadway and job interviews in Soho makes me spaztic with celebs. It couldn't possibly just be me. Anyways, I came back and waited about 40 more minutes and 2 men with a claw like contraption came to the rescue. I was wondering why it didnt have the dinosaur head on it. They scoop it up in .5 seconds and my phone was as good as mine again. Still working, just a little grimier.
I tried to explain who I saw to my coworker. I said, "very red puffy lips and blonde hair, and I just keep picturing him doing drugs in a role. He kinda reminds me of Macaulay Culkin". She immediately said, "could he possibly look like Kurt Cobain or Leo D?" In less then 2 minutes IMDB told us the answer. Michael Pitt. I have now seen his presence multiple times since then. It's funny how you notice things once you are aware of them.
Missed Connections
The missed connections section in new york city on craigslist today seems a little more odd then usual. Not even entertaining, just weird. Lots of poetry such as: 
But then, I wanted to do one as a joke for Colin Farrell. We locked eyes outside my office on E 67th. I know we had a moment! haha jk (although I did see him and stared at him awkwardly for minutes cuz I didnt realize it was him and I have a staring problem) but this person is def for reals...im glad others do celeb missed connections too.
But then, I wanted to do one as a joke for Colin Farrell. We locked eyes outside my office on E 67th. I know we had a moment! haha jk (although I did see him and stared at him awkwardly for minutes cuz I didnt realize it was him and I have a staring problem) but this person is def for reals...im glad others do celeb missed connections too.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Look What I Found!
Do you think she even knows what she is holding? For those of you who don't know, that is a buckeye necklace, traditionally worn at Ohio State football games because its the mascot of the school. My school. Oh and they are poisonous.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Just Another Day At The Office
I was having reservations for my event on Thursday night and sure enough, my intuitions ended up coming true. From the start it was a mess. No one was there and nothing was there. The alcohol, the DJ equipment, the people. Nothing. My brother and his friends were the first people to show up. One person, who we have known forever, showed up very messed up. I was nervous and knew it wouldn't end well but I'll get back to that later.
The room finally started to fill up and some of the alcohol arrived. But for an open bar, the 5 bottles of Patron was not really gunna cut it. I was outside doing the door though and people kept coming out drunker and drunker so I guess something was being done about it.
Now, imagine having a special event for yourself from 8-10 and at 8:15 you call your publicist saying you are still at home in NJ because you could not find a babysitter. Yes, that is actually what happened. I didn't know what he ended up doing with the kid but at 9:45 he finally got there.
Then the drunk one comes outside and stumbles over the velvet ropes taking them down with him as he falls to the ground for the first of many times. My coworker tells me to get him out of here. Duh. I decide to get him a cab. He spits at every cab that comes by so they keep driving away. My brother decides to go with him once we finally got a cab because there was no way he could make it to Penn station on his own. I was supposed to go inside and get his friends to meet him cuz he was drunk too and couldn't handle this asshole on his own.
I walk inside to find his friends and see that the mics are not working for the performance. I get Mike's friends, who decide to stay. I try to go help with the mic situation but my phone rang and it was my brother. I ran outside to hear him and he said they got 1 block before they got kicked out of the cab and Mark was crawling. I said to just leave him but he wouldn't. I said try to get another cab and call me back. 3 seconds later he calls me back and is freaking out. He said he called the ambulance cuz Marc fell and cracked his head open. I started running.
When I got there, my brother was shaken up and Marc was in the back of the ambulance with blood all over his face and foaming at the mouth. Lovely scene. As serious as it looked at first, the mood was kinda surreal cuz Marc was still blabbing stupid drunk things. My brother told me he also took 2 Xanex on an empty stomach and drank a ton of Patron. We got in the thing to drive to the ER. My first emergency ride wasn't for me!
My favorite quotes Marc said in between being unconscious and not.
"I guess this means I ruined all my chances with Becca."
"Officer, is this going to go on my record? I already have like 2 records. Maybe 3! Officer please."
"Stop the car! I have red cross!"
St. Vincents is ghetto. We didn't know how they were going to get him to the ER from the car and they explained that they get wheelchairs. Well there were none left! The guy had to carry Marc in. We went to the waiting room where a homeless man was waiting for a shower and complaining about the broken TV. Then we see Marc walking out to smoke a cig. Um, who let him out? We told the security guard that he was a patient and he ran out to get him. Marc told him he was in a fight and the other guy was the patient. We finally got him back in bed. Then his parents showed up which was weird cuz I haven't seen them since I was 13. Never would have thought this would be the circumstances for the reunion.
It was still fairly early when we got out of the ER but I sent my brother home and was only 3 blocks from the club so I went back to work. When I got there, everyone seemed to be outside. The guest of honor was saying bye to his dad and talking about going back in to get the ladies. One coworker was crying hysterical cuz her wallet got stolen. She left and 3 of us went back in to tackle the last performance of the night.
2 hours later, mission accomplished. So there were no gun shots like we thought but I did end up in the ER regardless. Wow.
The room finally started to fill up and some of the alcohol arrived. But for an open bar, the 5 bottles of Patron was not really gunna cut it. I was outside doing the door though and people kept coming out drunker and drunker so I guess something was being done about it.
Now, imagine having a special event for yourself from 8-10 and at 8:15 you call your publicist saying you are still at home in NJ because you could not find a babysitter. Yes, that is actually what happened. I didn't know what he ended up doing with the kid but at 9:45 he finally got there.
Then the drunk one comes outside and stumbles over the velvet ropes taking them down with him as he falls to the ground for the first of many times. My coworker tells me to get him out of here. Duh. I decide to get him a cab. He spits at every cab that comes by so they keep driving away. My brother decides to go with him once we finally got a cab because there was no way he could make it to Penn station on his own. I was supposed to go inside and get his friends to meet him cuz he was drunk too and couldn't handle this asshole on his own.
I walk inside to find his friends and see that the mics are not working for the performance. I get Mike's friends, who decide to stay. I try to go help with the mic situation but my phone rang and it was my brother. I ran outside to hear him and he said they got 1 block before they got kicked out of the cab and Mark was crawling. I said to just leave him but he wouldn't. I said try to get another cab and call me back. 3 seconds later he calls me back and is freaking out. He said he called the ambulance cuz Marc fell and cracked his head open. I started running.
When I got there, my brother was shaken up and Marc was in the back of the ambulance with blood all over his face and foaming at the mouth. Lovely scene. As serious as it looked at first, the mood was kinda surreal cuz Marc was still blabbing stupid drunk things. My brother told me he also took 2 Xanex on an empty stomach and drank a ton of Patron. We got in the thing to drive to the ER. My first emergency ride wasn't for me!
My favorite quotes Marc said in between being unconscious and not.
"I guess this means I ruined all my chances with Becca."
"Officer, is this going to go on my record? I already have like 2 records. Maybe 3! Officer please."
"Stop the car! I have red cross!"
St. Vincents is ghetto. We didn't know how they were going to get him to the ER from the car and they explained that they get wheelchairs. Well there were none left! The guy had to carry Marc in. We went to the waiting room where a homeless man was waiting for a shower and complaining about the broken TV. Then we see Marc walking out to smoke a cig. Um, who let him out? We told the security guard that he was a patient and he ran out to get him. Marc told him he was in a fight and the other guy was the patient. We finally got him back in bed. Then his parents showed up which was weird cuz I haven't seen them since I was 13. Never would have thought this would be the circumstances for the reunion.
It was still fairly early when we got out of the ER but I sent my brother home and was only 3 blocks from the club so I went back to work. When I got there, everyone seemed to be outside. The guest of honor was saying bye to his dad and talking about going back in to get the ladies. One coworker was crying hysterical cuz her wallet got stolen. She left and 3 of us went back in to tackle the last performance of the night.
2 hours later, mission accomplished. So there were no gun shots like we thought but I did end up in the ER regardless. Wow.
Themes
Should I have a theme for my blog? I feel like blogs always have themes. They focus on certain things. Fashion, celebs, adventures. But I feel like I just can't narrow that down. I'm going to continue to make this a clusterfuck because that pretty much sums up my life. This isn't for you, it's for me. Plus, it makes me retelling my stories so much easier cuz I just have to send a link. So don't hate.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Different Faces For Different Places
This whole new "Gayface" thing is cracking me up. Urban Dictionary provides a super explanation. Gayface is all the rage right now, the new black. An example below, with the lastest "victim" in media, being Chace (in the middle, if it's not obvious enough).
Then there are the mugshots. I'll stay away from the typical celeb ones. Did you know that Newsday has The Wall of Shame? My friends sorority sister just made it. It's definately a lesson taught after seeing your mugshot on the front page of the paper, but at the same time, imagine being so scared and nervous, you're hysterically crying and look your worst and people at your school not only see and make fun of it but change it to every profile pic they have, via facebook, myspace, etc. Thats WAY more damaging to someone then they probably think. I'm all for the no drunk driving stance but i'm kinda torn on this form of punishment. In addition, for visual effects, there has been a great mugshot flurrying the blogs.
Apparently she was chasing kids and cars and one thing I read said she peed on someone's porch, all in the outfit.
Then there are the mugshots. I'll stay away from the typical celeb ones. Did you know that Newsday has The Wall of Shame? My friends sorority sister just made it. It's definately a lesson taught after seeing your mugshot on the front page of the paper, but at the same time, imagine being so scared and nervous, you're hysterically crying and look your worst and people at your school not only see and make fun of it but change it to every profile pic they have, via facebook, myspace, etc. Thats WAY more damaging to someone then they probably think. I'm all for the no drunk driving stance but i'm kinda torn on this form of punishment. In addition, for visual effects, there has been a great mugshot flurrying the blogs.
Apparently she was chasing kids and cars and one thing I read said she peed on someone's porch, all in the outfit.
GARY LAWSON OWES ME MONEY
I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. But sometimes, some people just suck.
I sold my football tickets to the Ohio State vs. Youngstown State game (season opener) for face value, to someone on Craigslist. I just didn't want the tickets to go to waste and I just wanted to make my money back. I didn't even ask him to pay me for the overnight shipping which was $20 and my lunch break.
He seemed to be sincere. At first he wanted to use Paypal, but thats just too advanced for me. We emailed back and forth the info and he called when he got the tickets to thank me and say the check was in the mail. A week later, no check. I emailed that I never got it and he called me back immediately. He was so thankful for the tickets and he sounded nervous that it didn't arrive and said he would immediately send another one and to resend my address so he 100% knows it. Fast forward 3 weeks now and I still never got it. I lost his phone number for a while, but emailed him a bunch. I found his phone number and he will not answer or call me back.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!?! It really makes me upset and sick that people treat people like this. I just keep kicking myself for this.
Anyways, if anyone knows a GARY LAWSON who lives on Hawthorne Drive in Cincinnati Ohio, please tell him I want my money and this is only the first of many steps I will take to get it. This is messed up and I am not happy. I will post a phone number and address shortly as well if $130 does not come in my direction shortly.
Oh what a blog/internet can do for you.
I sold my football tickets to the Ohio State vs. Youngstown State game (season opener) for face value, to someone on Craigslist. I just didn't want the tickets to go to waste and I just wanted to make my money back. I didn't even ask him to pay me for the overnight shipping which was $20 and my lunch break.
He seemed to be sincere. At first he wanted to use Paypal, but thats just too advanced for me. We emailed back and forth the info and he called when he got the tickets to thank me and say the check was in the mail. A week later, no check. I emailed that I never got it and he called me back immediately. He was so thankful for the tickets and he sounded nervous that it didn't arrive and said he would immediately send another one and to resend my address so he 100% knows it. Fast forward 3 weeks now and I still never got it. I lost his phone number for a while, but emailed him a bunch. I found his phone number and he will not answer or call me back.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!?! It really makes me upset and sick that people treat people like this. I just keep kicking myself for this.
Anyways, if anyone knows a GARY LAWSON who lives on Hawthorne Drive in Cincinnati Ohio, please tell him I want my money and this is only the first of many steps I will take to get it. This is messed up and I am not happy. I will post a phone number and address shortly as well if $130 does not come in my direction shortly.
Oh what a blog/internet can do for you.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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