Monthly Archive for September, 2008

I Think I May Have Found Inner Peace

Last night, Briana and I saw Kathy Griffin in Washington, DC.

Oh my gosh. It was amazing.

We got to Constitution Hall in DC at 7:50 after using my iPhone GPS to find our way (and draining half my phone battery in the process). Bri and I thought we were gonna be late, but the show was delayed by about 20 minutes because of inclement weather. Once we realized that the show hadn’t started yet, we went out and bought some awesome new merch! I got a kgriff poster and a Team Griffin t-shirt.

Then, we returned to our seats. The theater was beautiful. Bri snapped this pic before the show started:

About five or ten minutes before the show started, Tom walked out to thunderous applause (that he ignored so that he could DO HIS JOB?!) and put Kathy’s water and iPhone on her stool. Then, five minutes later, the Kathy montage started, which was really cool.

And then, she came out. :) Here are some of the most memorable quotes from the show:

  • “I don’t think Bill O’Rielly wants to rub a loofah on your [female parts], mother!”
  • “I don’t need any goddamn Polack going through my underwear drawer!”
  • “I’m very excited for Vice President Tina Fey/Britney Spears/JonBenet!”
  • “MILEY CYRUS IS A WHORE!”
  • “Who is this?”
  • “Is Ryan Seacreast here?”
  • “Yesterday, Clay Aiken made a stunning announcement that I cannot believe and must have been a publicity ploy…You mean he didn’t put his erect penis into her vagina? I don’t believe it!”
  • “Fashion class!”
  • “Then little Bristol went all Jamie Lynn on us…”
  • “I thought she was watching porn! But it was just Keeping Up With The Kardashians.”
  • “She has a box of wine survival kit!”
  • “She was hiding a two-day old brownie in a paper towel in her mumu pocket and all she said was, ‘What if I get hungry? What if there’s an earthquake?”
  • “Four baked Lays in a Ziploc bag.”

So basically, the show was amazing. I loved every minute of it and my face hurt so badly after laughing for two hours straight. Apparently, you were allowed to take pictures during the show (even though there were signs that said not to), so I pulled my phone out at the last minute and snapped this picture of Kathy and Tom walking offstage.

After the show, it started pouring while we were walking to the parking garage and we all were completely soaked!

On the way home, Briana and I had a slumber party. But it was kinda odd because we were cold and wet and itchy. And we would alternate between texting each other and dozing off. It was fun.

I’m going to remember last night forever. :)



ABC Premiere Week!

Every summer, a piece of me dies when the TV season ends.  Lo and behold, this week is ABC premiere week. :)

The Enemy of My Enemy is My Friend

POTD: Would You Eat This?

Gross, look at all the freaking dressing at the bottom. So much for 600 calorie club!

A Royal Disaster

Dear Holly,

Today did not turn out as planned. :(

I was hoping to walk up to the school, get my sister, and then rendezvous with you on the way home and stare at you lovingly.  That plan immediately hit the fan.

I saw you as I was walking up to the school (you were walking back- you had already collected your demon children), so I hauled it all the way to my sister’s school, grabbed her, ran through the parking lot dodging traffic like James Bond, and finally caught up to you (and by that I mean I was ten feet behind you so my loving stares could commence).  Then, the unthinkable happened.  A stupid little kid’s shoes BOTH came untied SIMULTANEOUSLY.

Being the loving, gracious, passionate person that you are, you leaned down to tie his shoes.  Honey, I don’t know what you were doing down there but it look way longer than expected because my sister and I had to walk past you and when we looked back you were still helping that little devil.  So then, I tried to walk very slowly so that we would again meet up at the crossing guard, but my sister decided that she wanted to actually walk at a normal human speed today (instead of the usual snail/turtle speed to which I am accustomed) and we had to cross at the intersection with the crossing guard while you were still way back.  And we lost you.

Once across the street, I tried to stall and walk super slowly to let you catch up to us, which was starting to work until my mother pulled up next to us because she had decided to leave work early and drove us the rest of the way home.

I am heartbroken.  When will I see you again?  Surely not until next week?  Or maybe even the week after?  Goodness!

Affectionately,

Danny

P.S. – Although I will be hanging out with another blonde bombshell tomorrow to heal my wounded heart and my injured soul, we are still an item. :)

P.S. – I Am Not A Stalker

Dear Mystery Girl,

You don’t know my name, and you probably don’t even remember what I look like.   But I remember you.  I remember that you are cute and funny and blonde and athletic.  You’re not a skinny blonde bimbo, but you’re a strong, athletic, healthy blonde girl.  And I like that.

I see you every day when I walk my sister home from school.  You’re always wearing a t-shirt and athletic shorts and running shoes and you are always carrying your wallet and keys in your hand.  I used to think you were that one kid’s mom, but today there was a stirring revelation when I realized that you only look like you’re 18 or 19, not 30 (it’s hard to tell when I can only see your back).

I don’t know your name or anything about you, but based on my advanced stalking, I can conclude that you are independent and intelligent and loving and HOT!  I tried to take some pictures of you today to show Briana (so that she could finally associate the random “OMFG SHE’S SO HOT” texts that she’s been getting with a real face), but that proved harder than I thought it would be.

This is my first attempt at taking a picture.  I tried the whole “pretend to be talking on the phone and then turn and snap the picture” thing, but it didn’t work out so great.

Besides being upside-down, you’re blurry so you look very wide.  You’re wearing the black shirt and blue jogging shorts.  My next photo wasn’t so great, either.

I’m not a horndog and I wasn’t trying to get a picture of your trunk, I swear!  I was so desperate to get a good picture now that I just randomly tilted my phone up from my usual texting position, and the waist-down business was unintentional.  I am actually a classy sophisticant, not a sex-pig who takes inappropriate pictures.

Yes!  Third time’s a charm.  This one is the money shot.  So I finally did it.  After like, twenty minutes of photographic turmoil, I finally got a good picture to remember you by in case I never see you again.

So, there you have it.  I am hopelessly in love with you.  But, if you think about it, we’ve been though a lot together.  I watched you help that kid put his shoe back on when it fell off, and you helped that other kid when I accidentally shoved him out of the way so that I could cross the street because he was just standing there doing nothing.  In fact, we’ve been through so much that we’re practially dating!  I’m going to call you Holly.  Holly is a nice name.

Love,

Danny

P.S. – I am not a stalker.

Flickr Find: “The Stage Lights”

Uploaded on September 15, 2007 by justin_byerline.

7 Years Later

170 Days

Only 170 more days of school!   Yes!  I got an 89% on my Anatomy & Physio test, which is practically an A as far as I’m concerned.  Today in A&P, we dissected a rat.  Ours was knocked up (so we had to cut the baby out) and had a digestive problem so the stomach was super bloated and when we cut it open, rat poop came oozing out.  It was somewhat disconcerting.

Tomorrow is the first annual McSI! Day and we have our first lab in Food & Nutrition (dude, a lot of my classes have ampersands in their name this year: functions & trig, food & nutrition, anatomy & physiology!).  Other than that, I’m sick of school and ready for Christmas break.

P.S. – CONSPIRACY FAIL! Click link for video.