Happy birthday to me! today at 10:32pm i will officially be 32. not exactly what i thought i'd be like at 32, but i'm not unhappy about it either. my birthday in recent years has become this few day event of celebrating. i kinda like it. i blame RB. the eve before my birthday, yesterday- which is a very lovely friend of mine birthday who lives far far away, i'm sorry we are NEVER together for our days- i usually spend with my MIL.
MIL likes to have her own private time with us, and I'm more than willing to oblige. my actual birthday, dinner is at my parents house, always, if it's a weekend, i get birthday breakfast too at my favorite breakfast spot in the city. the next day, we get a birthday break because it's our wedding anniversary! ha ha- suckers. usually we do hot dogs, or something silly, this year, a fancy dinner at a new and different restaurant. finally, there's the quality party time with friends and quality family time with family. so really it's a 4 day birthday affair with 1 day anniversary break.
and just like that, it's all over and i have to wait a whole year to do it all over again. i like my birthday and i don't like it because i have to wait a whole year for it to be all about me all over again. i try to think of something every year that might be fun to do with my family and or with my friends, something different than just sitting around eating. for my dirty thirty, we played the Wii- "Just Dance"video game, that was a lot of fun. this year i suggested roller skating before dinner, just like my 9th birthday party at laces in LI. so far, everyone is in.
i used to not even want to celebrate my birthday, i felt like no one really cared, and it was an inconvenience; isn't that stupid. why should i care if it's an inconvenience? if you love me or care about me at all you make the effort, it's not my job to be concerned if you care or not. so there you have it. my birthday week actually began last friday, when i got my first birthday gifts and cards- i love cards. saturday got some more gifts, sunday was a day of relaxing. yesterday, like i said should have been with my MIL- poor thing can't remember what plans she had made, so we ended up rescheduling for next week, no big deal really. but today, today's the day, (and friday and saturday of course), the days that matter.
happy birthday to me. cheers to many years more, pal. going to lace my skates up and get ready for saturday.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
no addictions = no follow through
with my 32nd birthday just round the corner i feel the need to, similar to a lot of people, think about what i have accomplished and what i will want to accomplish in the future. i don't have much, it's simply a small/short list. my biggest issue/problem/contender in not "allowing" me to follow through with my goals is the shear fact that i don't have an addictive personality. ahh, yes, you think that's great! i can't become addicted to smoking, drugs, alcohol, even shitty television programming. however, i believe that a little bit of an additive personality can go a long way when trying to achieve something like a simple accomplishment before death.
let me explain. growing up, i swam, i went to school, and college and grad school all consecutively, never stopping, never resting. this was good because i finished everything, a goal was met, and i was young, so i didn't want to disappoint, or get a shitty job. i didn't need to be addicted to any of it, and when i finished with it all, it was over, that's it, case closed. now, with a simple list of things i'd like to accomplish, none of them have really any true holds on work, health, or social benefits. lets look at the list of accomplishments quickly:
complete an ironman triathlon by age 35.
have a kid (maybe, still kinda freaks me out), by age 35.
be able to do a headstand by age 33.
travel, travel, travel before being worm food.
get another degree- photography is the degree of choice this week.
get a doctorate and become a professor of religious studies.
learn to surf.
see the list. i need an addictive personality to become addicted to working out, then and only then can i properly train for a 2.4 mile swim, followed by a 112 mile bike finished off with a 26.2 mile run, the headstand can be worked in there as a training device, and producing healthy offspring that don't ravage my body can also be fit into that equation.
the degree stuff would be nice, then i can hit my top salary offered to me as a shit-on-their-shoes city employee. learning to surf goes with travel, travel, travel. i don't have to be an addict to travel, i think i do a decent job of traveling, i know i can do better, but i really should save more money.
i don't have an addictive personality. i watch shows and after a while i'm bored and need to move on, find another show to watch. must freak the shit out of RB, thinking i'm going to become bored with him and leave. figuring after 13 years that hasn't happened, i think it's safe to say that's were my laziness comes in; why on earth would i want to devote more time and energy in retraining, as it is he still has a long way to go! <exasperated sigh>.
even my friends aren't an addiction. as much as i love them, it's a lot of work for me to keep them. probably why i don't have that many and the ones i do have know this about me, and therefore help-a-sister-out. i hope no one is reading this and thinking, "what an awful human being, doesn't like, her friends, husband or TV!?" it's not like that. some things for me have to be mindless, i wish i were addicted to something productive, at least then i'd have follow through. seriously, with a show of hands how many of you have actually received your crossed-stitched blankets that have all been started but none yet finished?!
i am devoted to my friends and family, not addicted to them, and i can't seem to find something or anything to be devoted or addicted to at this stage in the game that will aid in achieving my small, goals. i will look around at other people and have a sigh of relief that at the very least i have done something in my life, and i know what i want to be "when i grow up", but it's the middle that's fucking me up.
so happy birthday to me, maybe i can become addicted to exercise long enough to achieve some of the shit above, and then take a few online courses here and there to get a pay raise which would provide me with more money to travel. see, it's seems easy. now if only i can off the couch.
let me explain. growing up, i swam, i went to school, and college and grad school all consecutively, never stopping, never resting. this was good because i finished everything, a goal was met, and i was young, so i didn't want to disappoint, or get a shitty job. i didn't need to be addicted to any of it, and when i finished with it all, it was over, that's it, case closed. now, with a simple list of things i'd like to accomplish, none of them have really any true holds on work, health, or social benefits. lets look at the list of accomplishments quickly:
complete an ironman triathlon by age 35.
have a kid (maybe, still kinda freaks me out), by age 35.
be able to do a headstand by age 33.
travel, travel, travel before being worm food.
get another degree- photography is the degree of choice this week.
get a doctorate and become a professor of religious studies.
learn to surf.
see the list. i need an addictive personality to become addicted to working out, then and only then can i properly train for a 2.4 mile swim, followed by a 112 mile bike finished off with a 26.2 mile run, the headstand can be worked in there as a training device, and producing healthy offspring that don't ravage my body can also be fit into that equation.
the degree stuff would be nice, then i can hit my top salary offered to me as a shit-on-their-shoes city employee. learning to surf goes with travel, travel, travel. i don't have to be an addict to travel, i think i do a decent job of traveling, i know i can do better, but i really should save more money.
i don't have an addictive personality. i watch shows and after a while i'm bored and need to move on, find another show to watch. must freak the shit out of RB, thinking i'm going to become bored with him and leave. figuring after 13 years that hasn't happened, i think it's safe to say that's were my laziness comes in; why on earth would i want to devote more time and energy in retraining, as it is he still has a long way to go! <exasperated sigh>.
even my friends aren't an addiction. as much as i love them, it's a lot of work for me to keep them. probably why i don't have that many and the ones i do have know this about me, and therefore help-a-sister-out. i hope no one is reading this and thinking, "what an awful human being, doesn't like, her friends, husband or TV!?" it's not like that. some things for me have to be mindless, i wish i were addicted to something productive, at least then i'd have follow through. seriously, with a show of hands how many of you have actually received your crossed-stitched blankets that have all been started but none yet finished?!
i am devoted to my friends and family, not addicted to them, and i can't seem to find something or anything to be devoted or addicted to at this stage in the game that will aid in achieving my small, goals. i will look around at other people and have a sigh of relief that at the very least i have done something in my life, and i know what i want to be "when i grow up", but it's the middle that's fucking me up.
so happy birthday to me, maybe i can become addicted to exercise long enough to achieve some of the shit above, and then take a few online courses here and there to get a pay raise which would provide me with more money to travel. see, it's seems easy. now if only i can off the couch.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Shit! I'm old.
i have 3 "godchildren" however, only 1 of the 3 have been baptized which makes me really her "godmother". it just so happens that she is also the first godchild i have, which in turn makes her my favorite, but that can always change (wink, wink).
AC was born when i was 10 days shy of my 14th birthday. i was in the 8th grade and living it up. she was born and it was a shock to have her come along, but alas, she was a blessing in disguise as most surprise babies are. she had big blue eyes, and a huge grin. she was a happy baby from what i can remember, and she looked just like her mother. when she was baptized i swore to god that i would teach her all the things a godmother is supposed to teach her, and then some. she had many nicknames and talents, Medusa was one name on the list, and by age 4 she could recite and perform every move in the "Spice Girls Movie". it only occurred to me recently that when she was growing and being a kids kid, i was in college, and missed out on some important teachings.
all of a sudden she was in high school, and i had been "gone", from her life. i mean i was there to go to dance recitals, and birthdays, and even babysit on the rare occasion that her grandparents couldn't babysit. i tried to help out, but i didn't want to over step my boundaries as a godmother and not a parent. what i didn't realize is that you can make suggestions or help out as long as you figure out a good way to do it, but, the tricky thing with first children and first time parents is that you (the parent) want to figure it out, and do it your way. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. this isn't to say AC wasn't raised well, or had everything she ever asked for and more, this is more of a hit on my own ego that i wish i spoke up more often to make an effort in understanding her.
i understand this kid more than she knows. i can speak the things she has trouble putting into words, but instead i chose to sit back and not help her out, and watch her make silly choices that could have been avoided. silly choices will be made regardless of who intervenes, BUT, repetitive silly choices can always be avoided. i don't blame myself completely, i am not mad at myself, but i am disappointed that someone like me, so outspoken most of the time, couldn't open my mouth to help the kid out.
nothing terrible has happened, nothing earth shattering that is. i just worry she'll turn out like me, as awesome as i am, i have, if you haven't noticed, a lot of built of bullshit that brews and sits and soaks into the recesses of my mind and fucks with me and my choices as an adult. i wouldn't wish my "retardation" on anyone, it's no way to live.
she's a great kid. smart, beautiful, caring, kind, hilarious, family oriented, sweet, and good taste in music- (which is a recent phenomenon). she turns 18 on sunday, and i just hope that she realizes all the good and beauty in this world she is. she's deserving of so much more than she gives herself credit for, and truly, can be, ANYTHING.
18? shit! i'm old. guess, that makes me, 27 all over again.
Happy birthday my dear, darling, sweet, AC! Cheers to many HAPPY, amazing, and wonderful years more! love- yaya
AC was born when i was 10 days shy of my 14th birthday. i was in the 8th grade and living it up. she was born and it was a shock to have her come along, but alas, she was a blessing in disguise as most surprise babies are. she had big blue eyes, and a huge grin. she was a happy baby from what i can remember, and she looked just like her mother. when she was baptized i swore to god that i would teach her all the things a godmother is supposed to teach her, and then some. she had many nicknames and talents, Medusa was one name on the list, and by age 4 she could recite and perform every move in the "Spice Girls Movie". it only occurred to me recently that when she was growing and being a kids kid, i was in college, and missed out on some important teachings.
all of a sudden she was in high school, and i had been "gone", from her life. i mean i was there to go to dance recitals, and birthdays, and even babysit on the rare occasion that her grandparents couldn't babysit. i tried to help out, but i didn't want to over step my boundaries as a godmother and not a parent. what i didn't realize is that you can make suggestions or help out as long as you figure out a good way to do it, but, the tricky thing with first children and first time parents is that you (the parent) want to figure it out, and do it your way. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. this isn't to say AC wasn't raised well, or had everything she ever asked for and more, this is more of a hit on my own ego that i wish i spoke up more often to make an effort in understanding her.
i understand this kid more than she knows. i can speak the things she has trouble putting into words, but instead i chose to sit back and not help her out, and watch her make silly choices that could have been avoided. silly choices will be made regardless of who intervenes, BUT, repetitive silly choices can always be avoided. i don't blame myself completely, i am not mad at myself, but i am disappointed that someone like me, so outspoken most of the time, couldn't open my mouth to help the kid out.
nothing terrible has happened, nothing earth shattering that is. i just worry she'll turn out like me, as awesome as i am, i have, if you haven't noticed, a lot of built of bullshit that brews and sits and soaks into the recesses of my mind and fucks with me and my choices as an adult. i wouldn't wish my "retardation" on anyone, it's no way to live.
she's a great kid. smart, beautiful, caring, kind, hilarious, family oriented, sweet, and good taste in music- (which is a recent phenomenon). she turns 18 on sunday, and i just hope that she realizes all the good and beauty in this world she is. she's deserving of so much more than she gives herself credit for, and truly, can be, ANYTHING.
18? shit! i'm old. guess, that makes me, 27 all over again.
Happy birthday my dear, darling, sweet, AC! Cheers to many HAPPY, amazing, and wonderful years more! love- yaya
Thursday, February 14, 2013
thoughts that cross my warped mind.
have you ever seen a fat<heavy> person do yoga? i haven't either. i mean, in really amazing positions and on posters and such. i have seen heavy people do yoga in a studio. i've really only ever seen thin people, very flexible thin people. i guess, i should take a hint and give it a better "college" try maybe then i won't be that chubby girl doing yoga, i'll get to be that really thin, bendy person.
happy "regular" people valentine's day.
happy "regular" people valentine's day.
Monday, February 11, 2013
the double F (ff)
double F as this month has been coined recently, due to the annual February Funk that i seem to find myself in circa 1999. it isn't a funk like other funks, it fluctuates from day to day. some days i'm angry and nasty, some i'm fine, some i'm simply frustrated, others i want to sleep. let me say that this funk, although known, is never expected, or welcomed with open arms. it creeps up, like a project you forgot to do and suddenly is due in a day.
generally, this is the progression of the double F; a few days either leading up to February or the immediate beginning of February, i start to become snarky, and easily frustrated, i'll snap at RB or i'll catch myself crying for, what seems like, no reason. i'll frantically look at the calendar to check on my cycle, i'll focus on things happening at work, stress, projects, etc, then i will actually focus on what's going on at home that might be setting me off. the usual result: i look at the calendar and realize that i shouldn't have hormonal reactions to things, stresses at work are the same as every other month, and home is home. it clicks- it's february, it's the double f.
it's not an excuse to be rude, or angry. trust me, i wish i could control the roller coaster of emotions i often feel throughout the month. its really difficult not having a filter whatsoever, and having an extremely sensitive, low-self-worth feeling husband who does nothing but try so desperately to make you happy and smile, which some might find cute and sweet, but i want to throw a frying pan at him for it all.
i don't know how to make anyone understand how little control i have over myself. i can't escape my mind. i'm trapped in thoughts i shouldn't be having, and re-thinking, over-thinking everything. it makes me sick, literally.
i cannot be excused for my behavior, however, it seems unfair to hold me accountable for it for the entire month. i try to appropriately express my feelings and my not being able to deal with anyone or anything prior to flipping my shit, but sometimes it doesn't work out that way.
so, here it is, this month- not so good for me, not so good for anyone having to come in contact with me. i wish i could figure this out, so far, no go. i feel like all at once i could run away, get divorced, have a baby, quite my job, sell my clothes, buy a new wardrobe, move out, kill someone, workout every day, not work out at all, sleep 18 hours a night, sleep 4 hours a night, eat everything, or starve myself.
whatever you're currently feeling, magnify it by 10 and you just might come closet to understanding how i've been feeling. don't feel bad for RB either, not for nothing, he doesn't make it easier on himself. when asked to be left alone, he often crawls up my ass so far i feel like i'm getting another colonoscopy. trust me, he's a good man, and means well, but sometimes that can only go so far.
welcome to my double f, hopefully it won't be as bad as it has been in the past.
generally, this is the progression of the double F; a few days either leading up to February or the immediate beginning of February, i start to become snarky, and easily frustrated, i'll snap at RB or i'll catch myself crying for, what seems like, no reason. i'll frantically look at the calendar to check on my cycle, i'll focus on things happening at work, stress, projects, etc, then i will actually focus on what's going on at home that might be setting me off. the usual result: i look at the calendar and realize that i shouldn't have hormonal reactions to things, stresses at work are the same as every other month, and home is home. it clicks- it's february, it's the double f.
it's not an excuse to be rude, or angry. trust me, i wish i could control the roller coaster of emotions i often feel throughout the month. its really difficult not having a filter whatsoever, and having an extremely sensitive, low-self-worth feeling husband who does nothing but try so desperately to make you happy and smile, which some might find cute and sweet, but i want to throw a frying pan at him for it all.
i don't know how to make anyone understand how little control i have over myself. i can't escape my mind. i'm trapped in thoughts i shouldn't be having, and re-thinking, over-thinking everything. it makes me sick, literally.
i cannot be excused for my behavior, however, it seems unfair to hold me accountable for it for the entire month. i try to appropriately express my feelings and my not being able to deal with anyone or anything prior to flipping my shit, but sometimes it doesn't work out that way.
so, here it is, this month- not so good for me, not so good for anyone having to come in contact with me. i wish i could figure this out, so far, no go. i feel like all at once i could run away, get divorced, have a baby, quite my job, sell my clothes, buy a new wardrobe, move out, kill someone, workout every day, not work out at all, sleep 18 hours a night, sleep 4 hours a night, eat everything, or starve myself.
whatever you're currently feeling, magnify it by 10 and you just might come closet to understanding how i've been feeling. don't feel bad for RB either, not for nothing, he doesn't make it easier on himself. when asked to be left alone, he often crawls up my ass so far i feel like i'm getting another colonoscopy. trust me, he's a good man, and means well, but sometimes that can only go so far.
welcome to my double f, hopefully it won't be as bad as it has been in the past.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
is it april yet?
fuck this. i hate to rush time because i know life is short and blah, blah, blah however, i wasn't paying much attention to what month it was, i mean don't get me wrong i know exactly what month it is, but i'm just chugging on through it. with that being said, i can't stand it. i hate feeling the way i feel and seriously not having much control over it. i know what you're thinking; if you know what month it is, than stop thinking about the month, the weather, and what it affect it has on you. well, i can't.
are you confused? well stop. it seems that since i have been a late teen- since college- the month of february is my dark month. without ever knowing how or why, i become so fucked. down in a funk. THE FUNK. i want to hide. i don't want to leave my home, my room, my bed. i don't want to talk to anyone, including my husband, i rethink everything i have done with my life up until this point and where i want to go from here on in. i cry. a lot. i'm angry, i'm sad, and i'm heart broken. i wonder what i've done wrong or what i can do to change the way i feel, but every february comes and i wonder all the same things, and it can, and does frighten me every year.
as much as i fight it; exercise, sleep, rest, talk, not talk, hang out with friends, ignore, it doesn't change it. the funk usually dissipates starting with my birthday at the beginning of march, and even then, it's not quite gone. it's never really gone until April. there have been times where the funk ends, and picks back up again a few months later. without fail, february comes and i truly fucking hate me, and pretty much everything i've ever done. this worst part about this year... i'm missing someone that usually helps me through my funk, and i have no one left to blame but me. (that's whole other story and issue that perhaps one day i'd be willing and able to admit to).
<open, close... i'm on the beach>
are you confused? well stop. it seems that since i have been a late teen- since college- the month of february is my dark month. without ever knowing how or why, i become so fucked. down in a funk. THE FUNK. i want to hide. i don't want to leave my home, my room, my bed. i don't want to talk to anyone, including my husband, i rethink everything i have done with my life up until this point and where i want to go from here on in. i cry. a lot. i'm angry, i'm sad, and i'm heart broken. i wonder what i've done wrong or what i can do to change the way i feel, but every february comes and i wonder all the same things, and it can, and does frighten me every year.
as much as i fight it; exercise, sleep, rest, talk, not talk, hang out with friends, ignore, it doesn't change it. the funk usually dissipates starting with my birthday at the beginning of march, and even then, it's not quite gone. it's never really gone until April. there have been times where the funk ends, and picks back up again a few months later. without fail, february comes and i truly fucking hate me, and pretty much everything i've ever done. this worst part about this year... i'm missing someone that usually helps me through my funk, and i have no one left to blame but me. (that's whole other story and issue that perhaps one day i'd be willing and able to admit to).
<open, close... i'm on the beach>
Sunday, January 27, 2013
"i want to go to there."
did i ever mention that dad worked on the show "30 rock" for all of the seasons of it's inception? no? well he did, and it was my favorite job of his, and so fucking cool. when RB & i were getting married, i went to the make-up department for the show to help provide me with and teach me how to do my own make up. i have numerous items, tee-shirts, sweatshirts, posters, pictures from the show which is pretty awesome. on top of all this, the show is a great show, i'm sad to see it go, it has provided me with some amazing lines, and new vernacular that i use on the daily- "what the what?"
when the opportunity presented itself to attend the series finale's wrap party, i couldn't have been more excited. seriously, i was so excited that i couldn't sleep. i have always had dreams of hanging with tina fey, amy poehler and jimmy fallon (and of course the rest of the actual cast of the show). i want to be on t.v. i'm practically liz lemon for crying out loud, except from the writing, and single hood, and childless at 40+, i'm all about the awkward self-esteem and random one-liners.
RB didn't go, so instead JD came as my date and we had a great time, unforgettable and completely fucking awesome. we arrived to see the Saturday Night Band playing amazing blues, jazz, motown party music, tip-top shelf open bar, and delicious food. (RB regrets not coming after all, i did miss him and feel kinda bad for him, but JD enjoyed herself enough to not make me feel too bad for RB).
the cast members could be found all over the room, socializing with just about everyone. dad spoke to Jeff Richmond for a while on numerous occasions- Jeff Richmond is married to Tina Fey and did all the music for the show, not to mention he could be seen in several episodes- such a sweet and polite man who knows my dad by name. Jack McBrayer was all smiles, and Tracey Morgan showed up and socialized, took a picture with my mom, as well as Alec. Jane Krakowski was all over and such a sweet lady. The gentlemen who play Grizz "Grizz" Chapman and Kevin "Dot Com" Brown were lovely, enormous, gentlemen who said hello to everyone. JD and i were looking for dad we were approached by Kevin "Dot Com" Brown, this is how the encounter went:
Kevin Brown: Hello Ladies. You didn't work on the show did you?
JD: mouth gaping open, stunned and at a loss for words turns to me.
Me: No, my dad <pointing in dad's direction> is apart of the crew.
Kevin Brown: I thought so, i would remember girls like you. So, you're dad is R.W.S.? They crew is everything here, they are the back bone of the show. they keep the show going and we [little] actors couldn't do it without them, they truly are the show. if i haven't told your dad already please tell him again, how grateful i am to him and what a great job he did over the years.
JD: smiling.
Me: Will do. that's very nice of you to say. Thank you.
Kevin Brown: <looking JD up and down with a smile> now, you ladies enjoy yourselves tonight!
Me: Thanks, you too.
i was convinced JD was being hit on, it wouldn't be the first time, she's very attractive.
Keith "toofer" Powell told us to have a good evening after saying hello to us as if we were all old friends. these encounters, although lovely and unexpected, they were not the highlight of my evening, not by a long shot.
Tina Fey had walked past me on numerous occasions and she was close to me on the dance floor but it wasn't enough. i wanted a moment, but i wasn't going to stalk the woman. my chance came in an unexpected place. i walked out of a bathroom stall approaching a sink to wash my hands when JD catches my eye. JD is standing somewhat deer-in-headlight look, pointing in the direction of a petite woman in pants, fixing her make-up in the bathroom mirror. it was her! tina! i walked right over took my phone out and tapped her on the shoulder. I apologized for bothering her, and for interrupting her good time. she said it was ok, and then i proceeded to say, "you are one of my comedic icons, can i please take a picture with you?" tina laughed, said thank you, and of course, absolutely.
we took a photo that some say i look like Tina's twin, or an old friend of hers. it was a great moment, i just accosted one of my favorite women in comedy in the bathroom. JD couldn't believe what i had done but i was pretty pleased with myself. <what the what?!>
nothing ruined the rest of my night. i danced with my friend, and my parents to amazing music, and had a fabulous time. i wish the show wasn't ending i feel like i could have done some great things with ms. fey.
when the opportunity presented itself to attend the series finale's wrap party, i couldn't have been more excited. seriously, i was so excited that i couldn't sleep. i have always had dreams of hanging with tina fey, amy poehler and jimmy fallon (and of course the rest of the actual cast of the show). i want to be on t.v. i'm practically liz lemon for crying out loud, except from the writing, and single hood, and childless at 40+, i'm all about the awkward self-esteem and random one-liners.
RB didn't go, so instead JD came as my date and we had a great time, unforgettable and completely fucking awesome. we arrived to see the Saturday Night Band playing amazing blues, jazz, motown party music, tip-top shelf open bar, and delicious food. (RB regrets not coming after all, i did miss him and feel kinda bad for him, but JD enjoyed herself enough to not make me feel too bad for RB).
the cast members could be found all over the room, socializing with just about everyone. dad spoke to Jeff Richmond for a while on numerous occasions- Jeff Richmond is married to Tina Fey and did all the music for the show, not to mention he could be seen in several episodes- such a sweet and polite man who knows my dad by name. Jack McBrayer was all smiles, and Tracey Morgan showed up and socialized, took a picture with my mom, as well as Alec. Jane Krakowski was all over and such a sweet lady. The gentlemen who play Grizz "Grizz" Chapman and Kevin "Dot Com" Brown were lovely, enormous, gentlemen who said hello to everyone. JD and i were looking for dad we were approached by Kevin "Dot Com" Brown, this is how the encounter went:
Kevin Brown: Hello Ladies. You didn't work on the show did you?
JD: mouth gaping open, stunned and at a loss for words turns to me.
Me: No, my dad <pointing in dad's direction> is apart of the crew.
Kevin Brown: I thought so, i would remember girls like you. So, you're dad is R.W.S.? They crew is everything here, they are the back bone of the show. they keep the show going and we [little] actors couldn't do it without them, they truly are the show. if i haven't told your dad already please tell him again, how grateful i am to him and what a great job he did over the years.
JD: smiling.
Me: Will do. that's very nice of you to say. Thank you.
Kevin Brown: <looking JD up and down with a smile> now, you ladies enjoy yourselves tonight!
Me: Thanks, you too.
i was convinced JD was being hit on, it wouldn't be the first time, she's very attractive.
Keith "toofer" Powell told us to have a good evening after saying hello to us as if we were all old friends. these encounters, although lovely and unexpected, they were not the highlight of my evening, not by a long shot.
Tina Fey had walked past me on numerous occasions and she was close to me on the dance floor but it wasn't enough. i wanted a moment, but i wasn't going to stalk the woman. my chance came in an unexpected place. i walked out of a bathroom stall approaching a sink to wash my hands when JD catches my eye. JD is standing somewhat deer-in-headlight look, pointing in the direction of a petite woman in pants, fixing her make-up in the bathroom mirror. it was her! tina! i walked right over took my phone out and tapped her on the shoulder. I apologized for bothering her, and for interrupting her good time. she said it was ok, and then i proceeded to say, "you are one of my comedic icons, can i please take a picture with you?" tina laughed, said thank you, and of course, absolutely.
we took a photo that some say i look like Tina's twin, or an old friend of hers. it was a great moment, i just accosted one of my favorite women in comedy in the bathroom. JD couldn't believe what i had done but i was pretty pleased with myself. <what the what?!>
nothing ruined the rest of my night. i danced with my friend, and my parents to amazing music, and had a fabulous time. i wish the show wasn't ending i feel like i could have done some great things with ms. fey.
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