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I'll be there for you.
01 September 2006 @ 08:59 pm
I'm on my dad's computer, whose keyboard I detest. But I'm going to risk potential finger injury in order to talk about my trip to Boston; where I got in a fight with a bartender, flirted with a man dressed as a dead pirate gravedigger, and witnessed the final blows in the latest Boston Massacre.

First thing's first. We went to the Red Sox game on Monday and it was... pitiful. But I knew that it was going to be, so I didn't really care. As I sat there eating peanuts in the super uncomfortable seats of Fenway Park, I was finally able to be apart of the thing that I've been so in love with for so many years: the love-hate relationship with the Sox. They were down two at the end of the eighth when they hit a home run. The previous feelings of moderate depression that had been surfacing were eliminated, until they managed to totally strike out within a matter of minutes in the ninth. And that's what's so beautiful about it!

And Tuesday, we went to Cheers - both of them. The Bull & Finch Pub was phenomenal but the set replica was kind of crappy. Not surprisingly, the replica was where I argued with the bartender. A man who was 23 if he was a day.

Apparently, sitting in the seats of Frasier and Lilith, was a pair of "drag queens." (I can not confirm nor deny this, no matter how much I was staring. Which means I must clarify... I was staring because I was fairly convinced that they were both women and was trying to determine their level of affection. It was clearly higher than that of two friends. And, what can I say? You don't get to see many lesbians in the birthplace of the Republican party. And attractive lesbians? And yes, they were quite attractive.)

They were a pair of well-dressed women, slightly reminiscent of Liza Minnelli, sure, but that does NOT make them gay men. I like Liza Minnelli! Not that I'm necessarily the best variable in this case, but whatever. Their hair was clearly not their own, and whether that was a bad color job or a bad wig job I really couldn't say. They both had a martini and were sharing a salad, talking in hushed tones. Frankly, I found them to be adorable. (Side bar: There is a Geek Squad car parked across the street from me as I type. I find them to be adorable.)

[Billy] the Bartender comes up to me to see if I want more Coke, after the women leave. When I decline he, pretty randomly (in my opinion) states that I'm too young to be seeing such things. My dad, ever the tactful one, says something like "You mean the transvestites?" I simply told him that he was too young to be so close-minded. Provided they were even trans, because I do not know that they were. Nor do I really care. It just pissed me off. I'm so used to living in my little isolated bubble of The Internet where "everyone" (read: everyone I allow myself to come across) is super open-minded and loving of everyone. So, when I enter the "real world" I wanna slap a bitch.

Later that night, I convinced my dad to do a ghost tour of Boston, which is always fun. Our tour guide called himself "Silas" and was supposed to be the gravedigging ghost of a rogue pirate. He was sort of cute and let me strike up a conversation with his shovel and he got me away from my dad for a while. It all started when he tried to scare me and while I can't say that I found him attractive, I did have fun. And it's a good story.
 
 
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20 August 2006 @ 06:11 pm
Somehow, without my really realizing it was happening, I'm finding myself preparing for a trip to Boston. A trip which will begin tomorrow at 3:30 in the morning.

Also. My computer was eaten alive by a virus.

The former makes me happy, but tired. The latter makes me quite upset, but also tired. But I just saw the ending of Dirty Dancing, so.

Comments will be replied to (and stuff will be read) when I get back from Bostonland. (This is probably a good thing - I do not need to be reading about Snakes on a Plane before I see it. Also. Have you heard of Hollywoodland - the movie? Is that not the worst title in recent movie history? It's like... the ANTI SNAKES ON A PLANE.)

Hmm.
 
 
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11 August 2006 @ 03:20 am
survey from deliriums_fishCollapse )

Songs that start with L. Letter donated by Marcy. Who obviously doesn't realize how many AMAZING songs start with L, just from RENT alone.

Lonely at the Top - Megan Mullally

1) La Vie Boheme B - RENT
To people living with, living with, living with, not dying from disease.

2) Larissa's Lagoon - Idina Menzel
She thinks she's being followed, any minute she'll be swallowed.

3) Let Yourself Go - Kristin Chenoweth
As you listen to the band don't you get a bubble?

4) Living With Grace - Eric McCormack
Yes no matter come what will, in my heart I'll be living with Grace.

5) Lonely at the Top - Megan Mullally
You'd think I'd be happy, but I'm not.
 
 
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07 August 2006 @ 07:50 pm
I officially have a flu. This would be bad (considering I have to be present at a birthday celebration tomorrow) but I didn't have to go to work today, soooo. Although I'm thinking that the phone that used to be in my mother's room would argue that Sick Kaitlyn = Bad Kaitlyn. I killed it. Unintentionally, but I killed it.

I got out of bed and was all "woah, why is the room spinning?" so I decided, hey, why not grab a nice, big bowl of cereal? Because isn't that what you do when you're dizzy and you have sharp, shooting pains in your lower abdomen? So, as I was eating, I decided to call my mother and let her know that I was not in any condition to work (see: dizzy; sharp, shooting abdominal pains) and that I would be calling Boss Man as soon as I finished the breakfast. I called her cell, she didn't answer. I figured, alright, I'll just get in the shower and call her when I get out.

So I quickly abandoned everything (leaving my half-consumed cereal and the kitchen phone in the... kitchen) and entered my bathroom which is... far. From everything. Except for my mother's bedroom. And I'm in there and had just turned on the water and realized that she might try to call me back and I might not hear it because the phone is not RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I went into her bedroom, stole her phone (as I so often do), placed it on the counter (close to the shower) and proceeded to take my shower. Time passes, I get out and decide that I NEED to call my mom Right. That. Second.

I should preface this by saying that my shower is not the Fastest Drainer in the West, if you know what I mean. Most of the time, when I step out of the shower, I'm left with a couple of inches of water that still need to drain.

Which made it REALLY unfortunate that the phone should fly out of my slippery untoweled hands when I tried to grab it. It's made even more unfortunate by the fact that it flew almost directly (it bounced off the wall directly across from the shower curtain first) into my tub.

Moral of the story: Don't try to hold things (especially electronics) while sick.
 
 
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03 August 2006 @ 05:36 pm
Sunday, July 30, circa 8 pm. Bebe Neuwirth and a hunky blonde at the bar of the Spotted Pig. His menu caught on fire. They handled this with grace.

Also, I would like to announce that I am very, very sleepy. As well as sick with the chest cold of doom. I am also very cheery. I suppose mental happiness, for me, is inversely proportional to physical health. Whatever works.
 
 
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01 August 2006 @ 06:25 pm
deliriums_fish interviewed me, therefore I am cool!

Instructions
01. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
02. I respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal.
03. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

1) what are you doing when you graduate? If college is in the mix, where is your ideal school? I'm torn. I feel like I need to be in New York, but L.A. makes more sense. I, for some odd reason, want to be a sitcom actress. There're a few options out there that should let me attempt to work while studying Economics. (I am such a nerd it hurts.)

2) You always seem like such a mature person. Are you like this in real life too? Oh, thank you! Um, I guess. I'm pretty much the same way in real life as I am on the internet only less flaky/more neurotic. I learned everything that I needed to know about life by obsessing over the Cranes during my formative years. So, I guess that makes me something of a loser. I was the only sixth grader wearing her hair in a bun and saying "incidentally." I tend to get along best with people who are much older or much younger. I don't know how any of this stuff fits together but that's fun too.

3) If you were a serial killer, and you killed people by giving them poisoned food, what would be your trademark food? Now you have me thinking about pie, but no. It needs to be something really disgusting because the people that eat that thing would deserve to die anyway. Like deer meat.

4) Speaking of killing, pick a musical. Now get rid of it. Remove it from all public memory. Which one? Everything Andrew Lloyd Webber has ever done. But if I have to pick, Cats.

5) What book cover could you look at every day? That changes depending on what book I'm currently reading. My version of The Bell Jar is really pretty though. Or at least the picture is. Other than that, no covers are really coming to mind.
 
 
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31 July 2006 @ 10:43 pm
Alright, fess up. Who's dressing Bebe? It sure as hell isn't her. I mean, her legs are covered.
 
 
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22 July 2006 @ 02:41 am
I have been reading OLD sitcomsonline message board threads.

That is all.

EDIT: That's not all... Bebe: When you see me in cowboy boots at a screening and I'm all dolled up and I've got cowboy boots on, that's so I don't get a migrane.
 
 
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Egg-vertising?*

I find that a tad troublesome. Yet, my first thought was that it would be actually helpful to be able to have a TV Guide in your refrigerator. Egg Style. Interesting concept, particularly the bit about repackaging, but bizarre.

*Pun stolen from Steven J. Dubner via the Freakonomics 'blog.
 
 
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