Much as I don’t like Jimmy Fallon, I just might have to watch the MTV Movie Awards this year, as it will feature a reunion of at least 4 of the 5 members of the Breakfast Club. That’s right–except for Emilio Estevez, the gang will all be there. It’s time to catch up with the brain, the basket case, the princess, and the criminal.
It’s Memorial Day, the traditional beginning of the summer season. Which means, of course, the traditional swapping of the winter wardrobe for the summer wardrobe. And an evening spent ironing (apparently being shoved into a large plastic bin makes clothes wrinkly). What could be more exciting?
Actually, it’s been a nice day. I know it’s a good day because I never got out of my pajamas, spending most of the day (er, afternoon) reading magazines and watching Broadway: The American Musical on PBS. Mmm. It’s a good way to end a weekend.
It was odd, though; for part of the afternoon, it rained quite hard (and thundering at one point, sending Colin running under my bed). I flipped over to the Nationals game, where it wasn’t raining. As far as I can tell, it didn’t rain downtown. At all. Weird.
Current song in my head:
“Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper
I headed to the mall at Tysons Corner today because I needed to get a present for my cousin’s bridal shower and because my khakis fell apart. The present was easy; the pants, not so much. This is why I hate shopping for clothing. I do OK with tops and skirts, but pants? No. I hate trying on pants because rare are the pants that fit properly. It’s a long, frustrating process. The folks at Eddie Bauer were super nice, and I found some cute tops (…I know), but no pants. I felt kind of bad about it, because I had these two people running all over the store looking for pants, but none of the styles fit properly. (Which I don’t understand, because Eddie Bauer jeans fit me.) Anyway, I headed over to the Gap after and tried on a pair of khaki capris. I put them on and it was like there was a light shining down on the fitting room. These pants fit! Well! They didn’t look at all odd! I was in heaven. Sure, they were capris, which always look a little odd on me, but I don’t care. They fit where they’re supposed to! I can hopefully order the full-length pants off their website. I bought the pants and skipped joyfully away. Oh, happy day!
Current song in my head:
“Let’s Get It Started” by the Blacked-Eyed Peas
So last night I got my mailing from The Kennedy Center listing upcoming performances. Usually I just notice what shows are coming through, but I happened to notice one particular event: An Evening With Brian Stokes Mitchell. Oh, how I love Brian Stokes Mitchell. His is, quite simply, fantastic. His voice is amazing. His acting is phenomenal. I hear he’s a nice guy. I’d say that I want to have 10,000 of his babies, but I wouldn’t want to risk them getting my Crappy Voice Gene. I got to see him a few years back in Man of La Mancha, which was a definite highlight. But this will just be him, singing. What could be better? Anyway, I am SO there.
(Oh, man, I just saw that he’ll be performing with Audra McDonald in July at the Hollywood Bowl. They were in Ragtime together and man…let’s just say that the two of them should have children, because they would have the best voices ever. Audra McDonald is stunning. Love her, too.)
I’d also like to see Take Me Out at the Studio Theatre and Big River at Ford’s. Maybe I should stop blowing my money on baseball games and concentrate on going to plays. Both of these have gotten raves.
Current song in my head:
“Muddy Water” from Big River
Update: I just got a ticket for Sunday’s performance of Big River. Memorial Day discount, too, and I got a front row seat. Sweet! And I have until the end of June to see Take Me Out.
Yesterday was Photo Day at Camden Yards, where the first 5000 fans can go onto the field (i.e., warning track) and the players come around and you can get your picture taken with them. It was really very cool (except all the standing, because good God, the lines). Anyway, the only problem is that I was standing on the opposite side of the field from where Brian started, so by the time he got near me, his Evil Orange-Shirted Troll/Handler was totally rushing him along, allowing him only to take a couple pictures with small children. Argh! So I couldn’t even really compare heights. Ah well. There’s always next time.
I did get my picture taken with Melvin Mora, and Javy Lopez (who…yum), and Jeff “Screech” Fiorentino. There’s a kid who’s having a good time. He looked ecstatic to be there. Which was nice to see.
(And in other good news, my fantasy team won its match-up last week, breaking a 2-week losing streak. My offense came through in the clutch! Here’s hoping that the O’s pitching does likewise.)
Anyway, the weekend was good. Very, very quiet. I spent most of it watching Scrubs on DVD. Which really wasn’t a bad way to spend time. Now I’m just trying to make it to Thursday. Friday is my compressed day and Monday is Memorial Day, so 4-day weekend, baby. Woo!
Current song in my head:
“Twist and Shout” by the Beatles
It was five years ago today that I graduated from college. And I’m pretty sure that I’m not where I thought I would be.
It’s a wet, dreary day. The skies are gray and spitting. I have a list of books to pick up at the library. It’d be really nice to grab them, go home, crawl into bed, and spend the rest of the day alternating between reading and sleeping. But alas, it is not to be. At least it’s my short day at work. And since it’s Friday, it’s pretty quiet, which I always appreciate.
On the negative side, my horoscope yesterday promised me smooches, but that didn’t happen. If I can’t believe in my horoscope, what can I believe in?
Turns out like half my tap class was gone last week, so I didn’t miss anything. Most of my class is really passive, so I decided that if I’m not getting a step, hey, I’m gonna say something. So the teacher would be like, “OK, do we want to move on?” Me: “No. Can we do that again? And again?” This new routine is really hard. And I’m not alone in my struggling with it, which is nice.
Carrie’s friend Mel dropped off her two cats for us to watch for the weekend. There’s an awful lot of hissing and growling, but it seems to have settled down a bit. That’s not so fun at 1 in the morning; you’re trying to sleep and it’s all “*grrrr*” “*ssfft*!” But it’s worked out so far with all the other cats who have come to stay, so I have faith. At the moment they’re lazing around various parts of the apartment, which is kind of cute. Aww, kitty cats!
Sorry this isn’t terribly coherent. My head is kind of clogged; I think it’s allergies. In any case, I’m not too good at focusing at the moment. Sorry!
Current song in my head:
“Mr. Caribbean” by Peter White
Frank Gorshin, the original Riddler, died yesterday at the age of 72. It seems like an appropriate to whip out the old Batman movie (which I have on DVD, thank you very much), with such classic moments as not being able to get rid of a bomb (some days you just can’t) and the timely use of shark repellent.
Long Beach was lovely–both the Convention Center and the Renaissance Hotel. And if you get a chance to stay at a Renaissance with the renovated rooms, grab it. The beds are heavenly. It’s like you’re surrounded by softness. Anyway, Conference was good. We somehow managed to exceed our revenue goal at Marketplace, which was very gratifying. My legs still kind of hurt from all the standing, and my throat is vaguely sore from the talking and schmoozing. I was only somewhat traumatized by seeing various staff members totally smashed at the club we went to Friday night. Anyway, it was a good time, totally exhausting, and lovely.
The only sightseeing I got to do was Sunday morning, when a few of us went over to the Queen Mary. We sadly didn’t have time to do the Ghosts and Legends show, but it was still very interesting. One night we talked with some college kids who were there with their mother. They went on about the places they went: Disneyland, Universal, Angels game, etc., etc. I’m jealous. It would’ve been neat to stay a few more days, but I lack the funding. Ah well.
In other news, my fantasy team is plummeting: I’m down to #3 in my league. But Brent will be happy to note that I picked up a member of the Red Sox–Bronson Arroyo. He just better do good things for me. I missed my boys while I was away, but they did fine without me. It was extremely bizarre trying to follow baseball from the left coast; when I had a minute in my room before dinner, I would flip on ESPN and it was so strange to see that games were already in the 5th or 6th inning.
On a sad note, it looks like Scrubs isn’t on NBC’s fall schedule, which completely blows. Particularly with the way this past season ended (I managed to catch the end of the season finale in CA). The press release says that it will return “at some point next season.” I guess as soon as a new show fails. Anyway, the first season DVD came out today, so go buy it. On the positive side, Arrested Development got picked up (as did The Office), so at least some network execs have taste.
Current song in my head:
“Where the Streets Have No Name” by U2