Let's Hear From A Jet-Setter!

So, so much has been going on and I just really want to talk about it! I have two stories to share first, though:

1. This is actually more of a fact than a story, but I look B-U-S-T-E-D today. I mean, it's pouring here in Beantown, but that's no excuse. I have on rain boots that make my clown feet look even bigger, green army pants, a shapeless gray sweater and no make-up and am sporting a serious college softball-player ponytail (this is not a good thing, for those of you who are confused). Anyway, I just wanted to let all of you who see me tonight (Mark) know that I know that I'm fugs.

2. Man, did my love of HBEs (hard-boiled eggs) bite me in the rump yesterday! Every day at work I have the same salad-- lettuce, a tomato, half a cup of black beans and one HBE, all drizzled with olive oil and Tassinari spice (what up, Vo?!) So yesterday, I decided to wash out dirty Tupperware that had housed my Sarah Salad the previous week. Lifted the lid and son of a b!#&h if I didn't unleash the most foul-smelling, horrendous odor in the universe. A coworker came out of the bathroom and stopped dead in her tracks, horrified at what she'd walked into. It smelled as if someone had cut the roof off a public restroom, filled it with rotten eggs and vegetables, and left it to bake in the hot sun. My office isn't that big and all I could hear was frantic cries of Oh my GOD! and What IS that? It was mortifying. The Russian accountant opened a window and our IT girl offered a 3 oz. bottle of body spray, but it was like trying to put out a fire with a shot glass of water. I had to run (literally, I sprinted) to CVS to buy an extra strength bottle of Febreze. Both the owner and CFO left early and I can't be sure I didn't smoke 'em out.

Moral of my story: The salad is amazing, but wash the Tupperware out that night if you want to be invited to any work functions.

Okay, so I have officially been promoted to celebrity status (right, like I wasn't there before!) Two weekends ago, I was in New York City for the Tribeca Film Festival and last weekend I was in Los Angeles!!! Seriously, so amazing.

Mark bought me the NYC trip for Christmas and we had the BEST time. We saw five movies:

Paintball: Only go with a gun to your head...and even then, I'd probably just take the gunshot.
Queen to Play: Beautiful, touching, extraordinarily acted...our favorite of the weekend!
Handsome Harry: An interesting storyline, with very solid performances by an outstanding ensemble cast. My #3 pick, Mark's #2.
Serious Moonlight: Unfortunately, a major movie misstep. A terrible concept and Meg Ryan needs a Botox intervention. #4 for both of us.
The Good Guy: A very creative spin on a basic idea. A superb debut for a first time writer; highly entertaining. My #2 pick, Mark's #3.

It was just so cool. The Tribeca Program Director introduced the director of the film and he/she introduced the movie...and then walked back to his/her seat where the stars of the movie were sitting, which was RIGHT BEHIND US! At first, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to concentrate (hi, no biggie, just out to watch a movie with celebrities!) but I was able to pull it together. Which was good, because after the film, the stars came up to the front with the director to discuss the film! Mark and I totally caught on too, and started sitting front and center in either the first or second row, where I could properly paparazzi everyone. We saw: Kevin Kline, Steve Buscemi, Aidan Quinn, Jamey Sheridan, Campbell Scott, Anna Chlumsky, Alexis Bledel and Andrew McCarthy...among a buttload of others! Kevin Kline is witty and charming and Alexis Bledel is clearly only comfortable in front of a camera. Oh, and I'm almost certain that Steve Buscemi looked at me once. OH! And Phoebe Cates was there because she's married to Kevin Kline. OH! And they're doing a remake of Drop Dead Fred! I don't know if she'll sign on, but man, am I excited.

The rest of the weekend was so much fun too... Mark and I shopped a lot, ate good food (mostly), and held proper movie review sessions in local bars. One bar had Kung Pao calamari and a bathroom that only played Justin Timberlake songs, displaying a giant mosaic of him on the wall. It's like they knew I was coming! OH! And as we were leaving on Sunday, who does Mark casually strike up a conversation with in a convenient store?!?! Ummm, DEAN WINTERS! Okay, that name might not ring a bell, but does Dennis Duffy (30 Rock) or F$*# Buddy (Sex and the City)?!?! Mark was so cool too...he was all, "What's up, man?" and Dean was like, "Nothing, what's up with you?" Dean was really nice and it was so exciting. So exciting, in fact, that we forgot the new overnight bag I had just bought, at the convenient store! That's so New York of us.

Moral of the Story: Thank you for the best present, Mark! And celebrities, thank you for hanging out with me. That's the way it's supposed to be, can't you see that?

Guys, I have to go home for the night... L.A. Story (Ha! Get it?!) tomorrow!