I have four words of advice for you...
GO. SEE. THIS. MOVIE.
I saw the poster for this when Dio and I went to an early screening of Wedding Crashers. I could not stop staring at it and laughing. The earnest expression on this guy's face had me cracking up. But I thought it was a NetFlixer, at best. Steve Carrell wasn't a big enough name to have his own movie, I thought. It would probably suck. But I thought about buying the poster to hang in my pool room. I love it.
Not until I read all the glowing reviews did I get excited about seeing it. Sandy and I went last night and...
MA-HAN, was it funny!
We giggled like 'lil bitches throughout the whole thing. I just have to say, Steve Carell is awesome. I never much noticed him before, just like the rest of America. But he brought such sweetness and vulnerability to this role. I just wanted to jump through the screen and hug him. It was quite a bit raunchier than I thought it was going to be, which was a pleasant surprise
Now I have a new actor to have a crush on. I even hung up the newspaper print of the poster right next to Vince from a still in Wedding Crashers in my office. No one will ever replace Vince in my heart, but Steve Carrell is coming close to trying. Overall, I almost enjoyed The 40 Year Old Virgin more than Wedding Crashers. But I can't say that wholeheartedly, for reasons of devotion.
Ok, I am going to knock out this entry before I mosey on down to Walgreens for vanity items and being a woman stuff. Damn the end of the month.
So, last Wednesday, H and I went on a Booze Cruise with the Chicago Sport and Social Club. It started off slowly. The line for the bar stretched all the way up to the second floor of the boat... and the were only filling tiny plastic glasses of wine like halfway. It was going to take forever to catch a buzz that way. So we started doubling up. I am well aware my social graces suffer with drinking, but I am more aware that I am much more willing to even be social in the first place... and isn't that the goal of this type of event?
We started off by going west down the Chicago river, which was unexpected, but quite lovely.
Going down the river...
Going down the hatch...
The Merchandise Mart
The Wrigley Building
Everything else came out really shaky. I am not enough of a digital camera pro yet to figure out the best way to capture motion without making it look like the scene has Parkinson's. We floated back over to the lake and everyone really started mingling and loosening up. Sandy and her sis came upstairs and started some lively interaction.
SCORE!
I fucked it up by not showing my pearly whites.
H and I spend most of our free time together, but this is only one of two pictures I have of just the two of us. Odd.
I look ever so sophisticated with my plastic cup of boxed wine.
Things are getting fuzzy at this point. It was nearing the end of the three hour tour and I had myself some new friends, I think. Some guy named Roger called me on Sunday, and I quickly got him off the phone because he figure out I did not remember him at all. Oh well. If he was cool enough, he would have made some sort of indelible impression. And his name was ROGER.
H and I got off the boat and tried to walk towards Michigan Avenue to board the bus. My office was on the way and I was craving a nice private bathroom, Twizzlers and Diet Coke. FUCK. Am I really going to tell this story? SEE! This is why I want to go back underground. Too many people I know read this, and I am not even sure exactly who... and this story is COMPLETELY EMBARRASSING.
I know, I'll write it soon and lock it up and only give the password to people I will never meet. Perfect.
It is already Wednesday and I am just now rehashing the weekend. That is weak. I am lazy.
Friday night was SWEET. Literally.
One of my co-workers offered me Executive Suite tickets to a pre-season Bears game. I was flummoxed, because I had already promised a friend I'd go to a show at the Improv Olympic with him... but I never get offered tickets, so I was torn. I stressed about it all day and went back and forth, but finally, I just decided to be a selfish bitch and do both.
H is a huge Bears fan and had already told me if I ever got Bears tickets, I'd have to take her. She was beyond excited when I told her. I figured we'd go to the game for a few hours, leave early and I could still make it to the show. Thankfully, the suite we were in only had beer and was full of older people we didn't know, so it wasn't that tough to leave. Which we did, at half time. I was majorly stressed I wouldn't make it to the 10pm show on time. There were no cabs to be found. After we finally tracked one down, the traffic on Lake Shore Drive was at a standstill for no reason. I was sweatin' bullets since I hate people waiting on me... but as usual, I was worrying for nothing. I got there in plenty of time and my friend had already saved us primo seats in the front row.
I have never seen so many celebrities in one place before. It is the Improv Olympic's 25th Anniversary. There was a huge $80 show the next night, but we went to the $14 show the preceding night that actually took place at the Improv Olympic. And I am so glad we went to that one. Of course, I am sad I missed out on Mike Meyer's, but I believe our show was much more intimate and far superior. The following night, that had major sound problems. We didn't have to worry about that since the actors were practically sitting in our laps.
We first spotted Tim Meadows, who is VERY sexy in person. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He was standing by the bar and I just wanted to go over to him and stroke his chocolate cheek.
These images suck because, in order not to piss anyone off, I took the pics with my less unobtrusive camera phone and turned off the flash. I was like James Bond up in that bitch.
"So you don't want a fish sandwich?"
Amy Poehler. So teeny tiny in person. I kept thinking about that dog gnawing on her fake boobs in Mean Girls.
This is a very blurry Rachel Dratch and Amy Poehler. I could totally pick them up and carry them underneath my arms.
Andy Richter gave a very funny set.
Andy Dick, who I didn't get a picture of, did not.
There was a total calvacade of people I recognized but didn't know their names. The cowboy sports guy from Anchorman. Billy Madison's short, balding friend. Dark haired weird faced lady from Mad TV. Everyone from the Upright Citizen's Brigade. And countless others who have played bit roles in comedies.
It was an awesome night. Thank you so very much, Slippy Jenkin's. Your chivalry and sparkling conversation made quite the impression on this fan of yours.
Ok, time to go to Walgreen's. Oh shit, Saturday... quick run down: Black on black ensemble, snooty downtown clubs, randomly bumping into an ex from college, getting stranded at a friend's house in the middle of living la vida loca, getting chased around the apartment by Ricky Ricardo, hitting H in the face with a pillow, sobbing hysterically, getting a cab home at 6:30am. Sunday: sleep, sister, Target, avoiding the VMAs, a BBQ, watching Entourage and Family Guy and reconciling with someone I missed very much. And that about covers it. See ya.