Hard Day's Night

I forgot I tried writing in my blog on Friday night (technically, Saturday morning), but when I re-opened this draft it made absolutely no sense (sober) whatsoever. I'm guessing that I jotted most of it down prior to me suffering from third degree heat lamp burns, but after the part where I tried to shower with some of my clothes on. Kick. Ass. Party.

My star sighting list pretty much doubled (until I lost consciousness):

Simon Rex
Kim Smith
Anna Faris
Katherine McPhee
Cameron Crowe
Matthew Perry
Winona Ryder
Nicky Hilton
The "Secret" Bush Guy
Bartender from IKWBL
Brad Greenberg
Jesse Bradford (who actually talked to me)

...and of course, Adam, Rob, Allan and everyone else from the Happy Madison crew.

Note: It took every fiber of self-restraint in my body to not pull out my "jazz" hands while talking to Jesse.

Traditioooonnnnnnnnnn.......TRADITION!

Ahhhhhhh, Gobble Day...a day of bonding, birding, and ... boozing???

We had our annual Thanksgiving party on Thursday night and suffice it to say I got what I wished for. Practically everyone and their mom yakked much to my pleasure (and dismay). This fourth installment might have been the craziest of them all and thank god Canon makes a durable digital camera. Let's just say no one is running for office any time soon, heh heh.

Bottle Count: 2 Handles of Vodka, 1 Limoncello, 1 Triple Sec
Casuality Count: 8/14 people
Tragedy Count: 2 carpets, 1 wall, and maybe 1 black widow

P.S. The entrance fee was the best idea ever!