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Meet Chad Allen: Check.
Dance with Tori Spelling: Check.
Pray with Tori Spelling, who has just been anointed some kind of reverend or something: Check.
Drink something pink: Double check.
Say "Holy shit, was that Barney Frank?": Check.
Gaze just a moment too long at Wilson Cruz's ass: Check and check.
Flirt with Suzanne Westenhoefer: Check.
Momentarily forget where I am and wonder why none of the guys are hitting on me: Check.
Watch some pretty girl dance, wish I was a pretty, normal girl like that, then suddenly realize she's transgender too, just way better at it. Check.
Fuck up my "bad" eardrum by getting too close to the speaker, re-re-re-rendering me unable to hear on that side, except for a constant, maddening RINGGGGG noise: sadly, Check.
Hug all my gay male friends, then suddenly realize that somewhere along the way I've become Grace from "Will and Grace" only fatter and funnier and with actual boobs: Check.
See a really enjoyable movie at a really cool theatre: Check.
Bonus Round: Drive past the site of my very first paid employment, the McDonald's store my Uncle used to own at 330 S. Broadway: Check.
Thanks to a lifesaving tip from
e_ticket I got a cute haircut immediately before the event. I woke up this morning and had this uncontrollable urge to lop off six inches. Jesus, what is it with me?
I love getting this note at 4:30pm: "oh, by the way, we're filming you tomorrow at 11 before the rehearsal so please have a presentation ready." Totally out of the blue. So I will be writing and rehearsing a brief introductory monologue in the next...oh, say, all night. And showing up camera ready. Could we fold a few more hours into the morning so I can sleep off the party first? No? No intradimensional temporal beds handy? Hm. Pish.
I found out this morning that they had lined up Mink Stole to play my grandmother. Er, Kit's grandmother. But they decided to cut the scene for time. I found out those two things in the same sentence. Verily, Hollywood giveth, and Hollywood taketh away. When I go to direct the feature, though, you can bet I'll be giving Ms. Stole a call.
I have to sleep. I didn't drink much, but I feel a kind of queasy euphoria about all this that I have no idea what to do with. Scary. Fun, but scary. Honestly, just between you and me, I looked out at this sea of stylish hipster fame and wonderful festive debauchery all around me, the swirling lights and bartender-models and giveaway-Mercedes and thought--"jeez, you know, I'm just this geeky girl from the trailer park across from the racetrack, I got this outfit from the Salvation Army, are you people sure you wanna let me in here?" For some reason they did. One thing about my life, it's always full of surprises. I wonder where we're going next.
Dance with Tori Spelling: Check.
Pray with Tori Spelling, who has just been anointed some kind of reverend or something: Check.
Drink something pink: Double check.
Say "Holy shit, was that Barney Frank?": Check.
Gaze just a moment too long at Wilson Cruz's ass: Check and check.
Flirt with Suzanne Westenhoefer: Check.
Momentarily forget where I am and wonder why none of the guys are hitting on me: Check.
Watch some pretty girl dance, wish I was a pretty, normal girl like that, then suddenly realize she's transgender too, just way better at it. Check.
Fuck up my "bad" eardrum by getting too close to the speaker, re-re-re-rendering me unable to hear on that side, except for a constant, maddening RINGGGGG noise: sadly, Check.
Hug all my gay male friends, then suddenly realize that somewhere along the way I've become Grace from "Will and Grace" only fatter and funnier and with actual boobs: Check.
See a really enjoyable movie at a really cool theatre: Check.
Bonus Round: Drive past the site of my very first paid employment, the McDonald's store my Uncle used to own at 330 S. Broadway: Check.
Thanks to a lifesaving tip from
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I love getting this note at 4:30pm: "oh, by the way, we're filming you tomorrow at 11 before the rehearsal so please have a presentation ready." Totally out of the blue. So I will be writing and rehearsing a brief introductory monologue in the next...oh, say, all night. And showing up camera ready. Could we fold a few more hours into the morning so I can sleep off the party first? No? No intradimensional temporal beds handy? Hm. Pish.
I found out this morning that they had lined up Mink Stole to play my grandmother. Er, Kit's grandmother. But they decided to cut the scene for time. I found out those two things in the same sentence. Verily, Hollywood giveth, and Hollywood taketh away. When I go to direct the feature, though, you can bet I'll be giving Ms. Stole a call.
I have to sleep. I didn't drink much, but I feel a kind of queasy euphoria about all this that I have no idea what to do with. Scary. Fun, but scary. Honestly, just between you and me, I looked out at this sea of stylish hipster fame and wonderful festive debauchery all around me, the swirling lights and bartender-models and giveaway-Mercedes and thought--"jeez, you know, I'm just this geeky girl from the trailer park across from the racetrack, I got this outfit from the Salvation Army, are you people sure you wanna let me in here?" For some reason they did. One thing about my life, it's always full of surprises. I wonder where we're going next.
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Date: 2007-07-14 09:39 am (UTC)Re celebrity parties, all I can say is, once you've danced with Tori Spelling, the rest of life seems but an afterthought.
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Date: 2007-07-13 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-14 09:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-13 12:50 pm (UTC)That would be so strange having Mink Stole play your grandmother (err, Kit's), but awesome!
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Date: 2007-07-14 09:29 am (UTC)This whole thing is insaaaane. In a good way, I think.
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Date: 2007-07-13 01:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-14 09:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-13 01:20 pm (UTC)Just thought you might like that story, considering.
Also, by the way, you are awesome, and this is really exciting! I bet your work is completely excellent.
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Date: 2007-07-14 09:34 am (UTC)Judith Light was fantastic. Really amazing performance. It was a good film.
Prior to my so-called film career the only celebrity sighting I ever had was when the weathercaster for the local station in Phoenix once bought a Grand Funk Railroad CD from me at Tower. So, this is all pretty new. :)
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Date: 2007-07-13 01:50 pm (UTC)Overheard outside after-party for reading of Dramatis Personae -
Doorman: I'm sorry, sir you don't appear to be on the list...
Potential Party-goer: Are you sure? Look again - it's spelled D-E-E-Z-E-N. sometimes it gets misspelled.
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Date: 2007-07-13 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-14 12:26 am (UTC)Beeotch.
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Date: 2007-07-14 08:28 am (UTC)Inquiring minds want to know!
Date: 2007-07-14 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-13 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-13 04:44 pm (UTC)OH MY GOD!
Date: 2007-07-13 11:31 pm (UTC)(at first I thought you wrote you danced with Tori Amos, which would have been just insanely cool!)
Re: OH MY GOD!
Date: 2007-07-13 11:51 pm (UTC)Awesome!
Date: 2007-07-13 11:55 pm (UTC)Re: Awesome!
Date: 2007-07-14 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-14 06:05 am (UTC)okay, now i hate you
well, maybe not so much as if you'd said K D Lang
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Date: 2007-07-14 06:44 am (UTC)