I find every year to be full of so many events, I really need start writing them all down. Some funny, some sad, many shameful but never any regrets. I started off the year strong, my 2011 resolution was to get back into shape after eating and boozing my way through the Big Apple these last few years.
So in January off I went to Park City, Utah with friends for a ski trip. My second run of the second day I skied past the Glory Hole run with my friend Tim, who said he was “gonna hit that.” He made me laugh hard and took off ahead of me. I turned to the right, still laughing, caught an edge and fell hard down the hill. Why I always fall underneath the busiest ski lift I’ll never understand, so I had quite an audience.
As I tumbled, I could feel my left ski turning one way and my left leg turning the other until I heard a loud snap, like the world’s largest rubber band. I was lovingly taken care of by hottie ski patrolmen–one was named Tinker, no really. In the end I tore my ACL completely but the experience led me to discover my new favorite drink, the pickle back. We went to the Sundance Lodge, I had to hobble in my crutches and knee brace. Tim ordered us a round of pickle backs – a shot of Jameson followed by a shot of pickle juice. Initially disgusted, I was quickly proven wrong. Tell me what you think. Continue reading →
The weather in Orlando “has the same atmosphere as the Dagobah System” as Jon Stewart said, as sweat poured out from body parts I didn’t even know existed. I had a grand time mingling with like-minded Jedis, doing floor interviews as well as some celebrity interviews including Warwick Davis (so nice!), Matt Lanter (so cute!) and Dave Filoni (so charismatic!). I decided to give up my spot at the Star Wars speed dating event, for fear of being gang-raped. I had mixed emotions about attending the conference, having worked at Lucasfilm for seven years, being entrenched in the Force. I wondered if I’d be one of those disgruntled ex-employees constantly pondering what George does with all that money. Instead, I had that first day of school feeling, as I entered the Orange County Convention Center with my mom, sister, MTV mic in hand and thousands of fans, waiting in line to be engulfed by the Star Wars Universe!
I think my girl crush on Carrie Fisher has sadly come to an end. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been quite a ride. Seeing her somewhere between one and ten times in Wishful Drinking on Broadway was definitely the highlight of last winter in NYC. Each time I walked out of the theatre my cheeks hurt from laughing so hard. And she has definitely been inspirational in getting my writing off the ground. How she is able to turn a tragedy into a comedy is truly a gift. And one day Carrie I will actually think my dad’s murder conviction is hilarious.
I do like to think that we have some similarities which are some but not limited to:
She’s from Los Angeles, I’m from Los Angeles
She owned a parrot, I owned a parrot (RIP Huey del Fuego)
She worked for George Lucas, I worked for George Lucas
She can tap dance, I can tap dance
She’s a writer, I’m (now) a writer!
Carrie definitely recognized me when I became a regular at her show, and to this I have to say, “I swear, it’s not my fault I met someone at the theatre that could get me front row seats!” But I also bank on the fact that she gets ECT’s (electro-convulsive therapy) which wipes the mind of your short-term memory. So Carrie, I have this to say to you, if you keep recognizing me I call bullshit on those ECT’s! Come on!