This weekend is Brad's (and Mary McCormack's) last weekend in Boeing Boeing, so
bexatious and I went for one last hurrah Friday night. And I'm so glad we did. I don't know if it was because it was the last weekend or because they've all been doing it for so long, but everyone was so relaxed and happy and Bradley just did not stop moving all night. Kept shaking his hips and wiggling his booty and was very limber. Unfortunately he is currently sporting the weed whacker look, which made me and Bex v. v. sad. But he made up for it by at one point jumping up onto the molding and putting his leg up on the top of a doorjamb. Yoga FTW! Guh. There were also on-stage shenanigans because two of the women lost their shoes and then it became a running joke with all the actors on stage and they were taking off their shoes and putting them back on and making jokes about it...it was hilarious. And the audience was great and it was just like one big party. A truly great night of theater.
Then afterward we haunted the stage door where Bex got drafted into being the official photographer for a Japanese tourist, hee, and I got pictures with Mary and with Brad.
( Results under the cut. )
I asked Brad what he was doing next and he said, "Raising my kids." Fair enough! God knows the man could use a break. I was just proud of myself for finally saying a complete sentence to him other than "Can I get a picture?" Sigh.
So I think it's safe to say I've set a personal record for most celebrities photographed with in one week, eh? Hee.
On a semi-related note, if anyone hasn't seen it yet Richard Schiff has an editorial up on HuffPo. I think there are going to be some interesting times in his house ahead, ahem.
On an unrelated note, I bought this shirt today. I've seen it at Comic Con two years in a row and coveted it SO BADLY, and finally remembered to look it up and buy it. It's like it was made just for me, no?
Finally watched Gossip Girl! ( Brief thoughts within. )
Also watched Psych and thought it was a great episode. Never thought Maggie Lawson was hot until I saw her in the heavy makeup and pigtails. And we got a Gus running away scene which makes me happier than anything. Curious to know what people thought about that last scene (aside from you
jesshelga, heh). I thought it was really cute but I'm still pretty whatever on that whole thing. Only one more episode left this year, woe.
For the BSG folks, funny t-shirt: Thirteenth Colony for Obama.
And this Glarkware Mad Men tee is pretty awesome.
And to close things out, a story: yesterday morning on the crowded subway on the way to work, a little girl apparently cut herself or something. I'm not clear what happened but suffice it to say she had a boo boo. Her mother sat her down in the seat next to me and the girl is crying and I am trying to sleep. The mother explains to the girl that she doesn't "have any character Band-Aids, I only have grown-up Band-Aids." This makes the little girl cry harder. "I don't want a grown-up Band-Aid!" she says. I think for a moment, then dig in my bag, and extract a bandage. "How about a Belle one?" I ask the mother. The woman looks at me like I have three heads, then realizes what I have in my hands and can't believe it. "Look honey, it's a Princess Band-Aid just like we have at home! And it's even Belle!" She looks at me. "I can't believe you had that!" "I, um, use them myself," I say uncomfortably. "That is so random!" she marvels. Well, not really if you know me. The Band-Aid went on and the instant it did the girl stopped crying. It was a win-win situation for everyone involved.
I guess the moral of the story is that sometimes being a kid at heart can buy you peace on the subway. Or something.
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Then afterward we haunted the stage door where Bex got drafted into being the official photographer for a Japanese tourist, hee, and I got pictures with Mary and with Brad.
( Results under the cut. )
I asked Brad what he was doing next and he said, "Raising my kids." Fair enough! God knows the man could use a break. I was just proud of myself for finally saying a complete sentence to him other than "Can I get a picture?" Sigh.
So I think it's safe to say I've set a personal record for most celebrities photographed with in one week, eh? Hee.
On a semi-related note, if anyone hasn't seen it yet Richard Schiff has an editorial up on HuffPo. I think there are going to be some interesting times in his house ahead, ahem.
On an unrelated note, I bought this shirt today. I've seen it at Comic Con two years in a row and coveted it SO BADLY, and finally remembered to look it up and buy it. It's like it was made just for me, no?
Finally watched Gossip Girl! ( Brief thoughts within. )
Also watched Psych and thought it was a great episode. Never thought Maggie Lawson was hot until I saw her in the heavy makeup and pigtails. And we got a Gus running away scene which makes me happier than anything. Curious to know what people thought about that last scene (aside from you
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For the BSG folks, funny t-shirt: Thirteenth Colony for Obama.
And this Glarkware Mad Men tee is pretty awesome.
And to close things out, a story: yesterday morning on the crowded subway on the way to work, a little girl apparently cut herself or something. I'm not clear what happened but suffice it to say she had a boo boo. Her mother sat her down in the seat next to me and the girl is crying and I am trying to sleep. The mother explains to the girl that she doesn't "have any character Band-Aids, I only have grown-up Band-Aids." This makes the little girl cry harder. "I don't want a grown-up Band-Aid!" she says. I think for a moment, then dig in my bag, and extract a bandage. "How about a Belle one?" I ask the mother. The woman looks at me like I have three heads, then realizes what I have in my hands and can't believe it. "Look honey, it's a Princess Band-Aid just like we have at home! And it's even Belle!" She looks at me. "I can't believe you had that!" "I, um, use them myself," I say uncomfortably. "That is so random!" she marvels. Well, not really if you know me. The Band-Aid went on and the instant it did the girl stopped crying. It was a win-win situation for everyone involved.
I guess the moral of the story is that sometimes being a kid at heart can buy you peace on the subway. Or something.