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December 31, 2005
dingdingding
it is officially a bra-free zone.
Elijah Craig
When splashed in the eyes, Bourbon BURNS!
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addendum:
So I should explain. I couldn't find an .mp3 of the mashup of "Bootylicious" and "Smells Like Teen Spirit". I said I'd um, you know, to the person who found it first. Michael won. Neuharth lost.
Also, Lisa Eve is the only one who still has a bra on. (I mean, among the people who normally wears one.)
note to self:
I owe Michael a blow job.
Posted by Kate at 8:12 PM | Comments (0)in for the night
Okay, after the boys STRUGGLED with the network (you'd think with their collective knowledge, there would never be problems), Neuharth, Michael, Rob, Steve and I went to BevMo and filled up a shopping cart (a la Leaving Las Vegas) with booze. Then we went to the grocery store and bought a HUGE cart full of crap food.
Now we're here, drinking away, covered in glitter, nipples perked (thanks to LE and Michael), having a dandy ole time. (Actually, Steve and Rob went to TiVo to pick up the poker chips and they are going to the store again to pick up essential forgotten items: Bacon, the juice of a hundred lemons, a Beyonce record, chaser (something that allegedly prevents hangovers) and vodka. (Rob has just refused to also get HP sauce for Michael)
Nobody is drunk yet. Will keep you posted, gentle readers.
Posted by Kate at 7:13 PM | Comments (0)Dude, where's my Valium?
Well, I made reservations at Zibibbo, but Lisa Eve and Abbie got caught in the flooding up north and there's no way they'll be here by dinner time. So here are some new suggestions:
Stay in, with no food and no Champagne, and watch Babe and Babe, Pig in the City.
Go to Fry's, all buy PSPs, and ride around on BART all night and annoy other people.
Go dancing. In Sacramento. This is Rob's suggestion.
Posted by Kate at 3:59 PM | Comments (0)new idea
Neuharth: "Can't we just hire a hooker to drive us around?"
Posted by Kate at 2:41 PM | Comments (1)herding cats
Neuharth wants to go to the City tonight. He wants to get there via BART, of all things. (Actually, all he seems to want to do is argue.)
Steve is going with the flow. He'd be happy to go out or stay in. He seems to have no opinion on method of transport.
I would prefer to go to the City, but I won't throw a fit if we stay home. I do NOT want to take the BART. I would prefer to get a car and driver, but there don't seem to be any available. I want to go rent a minivan at the airport and have Rob drive us.
Rob says, "sure, whatever." He likes the BART.
Abbie claims that she and Lisa Eve will NOT go into the City unless there is a car and driver. And they don't want the driver to be Rob. After some arm-twisting, they admitted that they don't want to go to the City. They DO want to go out for drinkies and dinner, but then they want to come back here.
SIGH. I will keep you posted.
Posted by Kate at 2:21 PM | Comments (0)December 30, 2005
smaller better parties
Holiday weekend part two is upon us.
Yesterday I picked up the Neuharths from the airport, and we went to Sino at Santana Row. Delicious drinkies and snackies were consumed.
Aren't Lisa Eve and I super cute?
Of course, it's not an outing with the Nuthatches until a fight breaks out:
Aaaaanyway, I left shortly after the squabbling, and went to let my actors into the rehearsal room, then hauled ass back home.
Pete and Nathan came over and we lounged around and had some drinkies (thanks to John Neuharth, the martini-glass fairy) and some snackies and they both made me laugh a lot, which I really needed. Thanks, guys!
Alas, now the kitchen is a big mess, I can't find the TiVo remote, and my head is very muddled.
Posted by Kate at 1:33 PM | Comments (4)December 27, 2005
A Very Slacky Christmas
We didn't celebrate Christmas until today (long story), but I still did not manage to finish my knitting. Here was me this morning:
I'll finish it, honest.
Posted by Kate at 12:03 AM | Comments (1)December 22, 2005
ho ho ho
I guess I should get off my arse and go get some Christmas shopping done, since I've done, well, none. But it's very still and quiet and oddly warm in the house right now. I don't really feel like going outside and facing the unwashed masses.
This morning I overslept (which was a treat, let me tell you) and had very vivid dreams. As a result I'm feeling sort of slow and languorous.
But these presents aren't going to buy themselves, so I guess I'd better get dressed and have at it.
Posted by Kate at 12:09 PM | Comments (2)December 19, 2005
Open Arms
So sad, Fair is done. It was exhausting and draining and sucked up all of my weekend time, but it was the most fun I've ever had. I met and became fast friends with not just a few people, but many. Seriously, where have these people been my whole life?
Here are some people that I'm already missing, in no particular order (and there are loads more people, I just happen to have photos I like of these goofballs):
Diana. She directed French Postcards. I liked her from the very second I met her. She is utterly fascinating, and has an energy that is unmatched.
Jessica and Anita. My god, these girls know how to have a good time. I can't believe how much fun we had. I was a little intimidated the first time I saw Jessica in rehearsal, because she is freakishly beautiful, but it turns out she's one of the nicest, sweetest, silliest girls in the whole world. Except for, of course, Anita.
Kurt. He is totally charming, and has one of the best laughs I've ever heard. Every time we'd go out to Mad Sal's after Postcards, he'd upstage the show (in my eyes, anyway) by enjoying himself so vividly and wholeheartedly.
Therese. Co-director of the Other Books. In a crowd of hams and show-offs, she out-hams everyone. It is SO much fun to make her laugh. And she's extremely huggable. And I think she secretly likes pink.
Laurie. Almost impossibly gorgeous, and an absolute joy to be around. She has a sly sense of humor, but is also deliciously goofy.
Peter. Oh, my gosh. I am so nuts about Peter. He can make me laugh until I ache. He's clever and creative and so, so kind. And somewhat sick and twisted (okay, totally sick and twisted). And he has great hair.
Nathan. My beloved book captain. He's another person I liked absolutely immediately. I seriously don't know if I've ever met a more generous person, ever. And it's a little freaky how much he and I have in common.
Bob. Well, duh. Bob rocks!
Okay, I'm off to bed. I think I need a good cry.
Posted by Kate at 12:02 AM | Comments (4)December 16, 2005
Naughty or nice?
Well, I'm ALWAYS nice, but, man, if Santa finds out about what I did this evening, he's going to sit me down for a serious talk.
In fact, I'm probably going to get spanked. But at least I'll look like a smokin' hottie.
Posted by Kate at 10:26 PM | Comments (1)December 15, 2005
Sympathy For the Devil
Totally surreal morning. Had a weird, difficult session with my therapist. Afterwards, I was totally wrung out, but later in the day a strange stillness came over me. It might be one of those eye of the hurricane things, but I'll take the respite from chaos.
Yesterday, I decided that I was so behind on my Christmas knitting that I might as well cast on something for myself. After much debate, I started making the Pashmina Cowl from Last Minute Knitted Gifts. I love, love, love the fingering-weight Claudia, but it's pooling sort of oddly. See?
Yes, Virginia, I am biting my nails again. Sigh. Here's a better picture, with the knitting adorning my martini. (None of my peeps at rehearsal wanted to go drinking tonight, so I'm taking matters into my own hands. And these people call themselves actors. Sheesh.)
p.s y'all'd better comment. I know where you live.
Posted by Kate at 10:50 PM | Comments (7)December 13, 2005
daily miscellanea
I didn't buy any of the new Claudia, because I can't think of anything fabulous to do with it. How can I get a small amount of fingering-weight yarn next to my face? There's a pink that is the perfect color for me.
I did, however, buy some old Claudia boucle, with a view to making it into a scarf for my mom. Chloe wound it into a turban.
Santa Kathryn left me an exceptionally sweet Christmas present! She is the greatest. :)
Finished the pink Demon Hat. I stuck it on my head after seaming it (thank you, Chloe, for showing me the three-needle bind-off), and everyone decided that it didn't need pompoms, it just needed its nipples tweaked.
I nearly broke my neck falling down some un-glow-taped stairs after rehearsal tonight. Fortunately, it was pitch black and nobody saw it. How ridiculous is it that a Stage Manager who is absolutely terrified of the dark does not own a flashlight?
It's self-portrait Tuesday. Here's me in a reflective surface, my rear-view mirror. I'm ready for the black circles to disappear from my eyes, thank you very much.
It's fucking freezing here at home. I think I will turn the heat on.
I'm out of Bombay Sapphire! Oh, the humanity!
Posted by Kate at 10:57 PM | Comments (4)December 12, 2005
heaven and hell
So I went into work late today. I'd been certain that I wasn't on the schedule, but apparently I was. I got there quite late as a result, and I was really quite cross about it. I was already in a mood, and the record I had playing in my car made me cry, so by the time I got there I was a bit on edge.
Of course, the first thing I saw when I got there literally took my breath away. Thirty new colors of Claudia, all arranged artfully in what I really have to say is a MOST pleasing configuration. I walked up to it and I actually felt faint for a minute. It was this mass of sheer, unadulterated color. I've never seen anything like it. I almost started crying. Okay, that's a lie. There were actual tears in my eyes.
No, I did not photograph it. You're just going to have to come in and see it for yourself.
Posted by Kate at 8:32 PM | Comments (0)December 11, 2005
pieces of your presence
Oh, my gosh, I'm tired. My feet and legs and neck and face and everything just ache. Last night, after a really great day at Fair, some of us cool kids had a Smaller Better party and went out and partied like freaking rock stars. I can't believe I danced. On a platform. In my Prada boots. Did I mention that my feet hurt?
It was an absolute BLAST, but I am so wrung out now. Today was a long, long, long day and I was a bit of a wreck. During my scene on the platform with Mrs. Lammle, she twitted me (as she always does) about Mr. Rokesmith, and I almost burst into tears. It was sort of freaky.
And then later when I got accidentally whacked on the head, I DID burst into tears. I was a sad, sad, panda. A restorative beverage was immediately administered, and I perked up a bit.
Postcards was, as always, a delight. We had a most amusing time singing Happy Birthday to Mr. Bob afterwards. And then Nathan took me off to a really cool gathering in the Adventurers' Club, where drinkies were had, toasts were made, and yummy snackies were consumed. It was exceptionally fun. Thanks, Nathan!
Need nap now.
Posted by Kate at 10:27 PM | Comments (3)December 9, 2005
Somewhat Overindulgent
Okay, so I've had a couple of drinkies, so I'm feeling artificially brave. I'm probably going to regret this in the morning, but here goes. I sort of like to write poems. Most of them are way, way, way too personal to share (and, let's face it, not very good), but I like this one.
My style is way prosaic (not in a "lacking imagination" sense, but in a "1. Consisting or characteristic of prose. 2. Matter-of-fact; straightforward." sense), unlike one of my favorite poets. (I mean, besides my Boyfriends Neruda, Donne and Eliot and my Special Girlfriend Sappho). So, if you don't like it, well, I don't know what to tell you.
(I can't believe I'm posting this.)
why write a poem about summer?
everything to say about it has surely been said
in words far cleverer than these
yet some summers are hotter than others
some suns shine more brightly
some skies are bluer
so I am compelled to praise
the sweetly scented mornings
the long, still afternoons
and the green-ness of the grass
'neath the tree where we sought shelter from the sun
and the stars at night,
twinkling more brightly
viewed from the ground,
still warm with the heat of day
now the incomparable summer is over
and the cold winter sun taunts me
with remembrance of those warm, lazy days
which seem like a dream.
You know you're a knitter when...
You've made yourself a martini and you find that you are out of toothpicks (or sterling silver olive picks (christmas is coming, HINT HINT)). It would be uncouth to stick one's finger into one's martini to retrieve the olives, so what do you do?
Yes, that's right. It's a darning needle. And to those who think it's too early for me to be sitting here all alone drinking martinis, bite me.
Must knit now. Finished Abbie's scarf today, just have to weave in the ends. Wonder where my darning needle is?
Posted by Kate at 5:53 PM | Comments (6)December 8, 2005
And even so, I still remain
I woke up this morning with a badly hurting throat. All day I loafed around drinking tea and eating jello. But eventually I had to go to rehearsal.
Once we were assembled, the actors learned the words to 'Greensleeves'. Matthew had everyone close their eyes and told them to think of their beloved homeland, and he played Ralph Vaughan Williams' arrangement, while directing them to delve into their characters.
I also closed my eyes and let the music transport me. I hope nobody saw the tears creeping down my cheeks. The melody was sweet and sad and made me homesick. For what, it's hard to say. But I felt such a palpable feeling of loss, that I couldn't control my tears.
Posted by Kate at 12:27 AM | Comments (4)December 6, 2005
brrrrr
Dude, it's so cold. It's practically freezing out there. I was a cold-nosed popsicle all day, even with The Demon Hat of Fleet Street on my head. No, Chloe, I haven't finished mine yet. But I will tomorrow.
And I left my gauntlets at home, so I had cold hands, too. I hate that.
Anyway, there's nothing of actual interest to report. I worked and went to rehearsal. That's kind of it. Sorry for the boring, boob-free post. Some days are just dull.
Posted by Kate at 11:28 PM | Comments (0)December 5, 2005
soak up the sun
long, long, long, long day. I got up at the freaking butt crack of dawn (no, seriously, it was DARK when I got up. I saw the sun rise. It was beautiful.) to be on, like, TV and stuff. Between the rehearsal and the live shot I managed to have a nice but brief catnap - but boy, was I tired for the rest of the day.
I went for a little walk outside by myself in the afternoon and basked in the sweet, warm sunlight. It was one of those days where everything smelled good for no apparent reason. It was nice to be out alone.
Pete and Laurie were in the Dark Garden window later in the day, and they were extremely amusing. I watched for a while, then went off to Postcards. Gosh, we had a good time tonight. Not that our understudies aren't fabulous, but it was nice to have all (most of) the regular folks back.
Is it next Saturday yet?
Posted by Kate at 12:17 AM | Comments (4)December 4, 2005
time grabs you by the wrist
long, long day. some days i wish i wasn't me, and, despite the copious amounts of fun I had, I wish this hadn't been one of them.
shower time, and then nap. and then getting up. nighty night.
here's me after leaving Fair tonight.
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December 1, 2005
blustery day
Hey, it's winter. It rained and rained today, with the kind of rain that gets on my head and drips down my neck and makes me all cross.
I continued knitting fiendishly, but I'm afraid that the gloves I'm making are going to be too big. My dad has kind of small hands. So far, my Christmas knitting is not going very well.
After I got home from work, I again braved the weather so I could be taken out for my birthday! Woohoo! It was great. I really, really don't get out much and engage in civilized (okay, it was not that civilized) conversation with grownups (and I use the term loosely), so it was super cool to actually DO so.
Now I'm home, watching TV and knitting. Because I love you all (especially Grace), I've photographed my glove-in-progress. It was tough. Those DPNs are poky.
Don't worry, nothing was punctured.
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