Kitty Power

Out And About

So, I'm experimenting with pics and such. I dunno how I feel about it. (In an aside: How much does the MT Search feature rock?! If I had to go through posts line by line fixing/looking for stuff, my brain would've exploded. I'm a fucking wordy ass. Blocks and blocks of texts. How can people read this shit? Hurts my own eyes!) I'm in the mood for a redesign truthfully, but lazy this week despite having not much better else to do. I just don't have any ideas in my head besides where I might be able to find pipe cleaners for my Halloween costume and how I might survive while waiting for my big check to come through the mail. If I don't get that check, I might have to postpone my big trip. Oy. Especially since I've got a bunch of interviews next week and I might just fall on the sword and take one of those jobs even though it's not exactly what I finally decided I wanted. Oy. The window of opportunity is closing...closing...closing. That neat little patch of luck I've been on lately is about to run out.

Last night, I went to a movie premiere, courtesy of a girl I met via Saturday night's randomness. I can say that this guy held the door for me as I fumbled coming in out of the rain to pick up my ticket. So nice of him and he's freakishly tall. Strange for the entertainment types. They tend to be my height or shorter...which we already established isn't that tall, but taller than Jay and apparently Bazima (yeah, those were totally pings for the hell of it). The movie is too funny and my favorite quote had to be "I've got luggage tags on that 11-inch cock!" Tee hee. You gotta see it to understand, man.

We even went to the super swanky after party where a girl in our group on the Atkins encouraged me to have some dessert for the both of us. Since I was doing it for "us," I had some cheesecake and carrot cake that were both so wonderfully delicious that I couldn't even feel guilty. My pants couldn't even hate on them because it was that good. I was later amused by Grandmastah H, the anointed Player President, turned timid by the sight of the movie's star. She's a cool actress, but she was wearing the most unfortunate dress this side of Paris Hilton. I wanted to shake her and say, "Sweetie, even with practically no boobs...if you've gonna wear something slit down to your navel, you better sticky tape those babies to perky at least." Sagging just isn't cute under any circumstances. In conclusion of this episode: Candicissima loves free movies, parties and drinks and the occasional star sighting. I've got eyes like a hawk and never forget a face, so I recognized him, him, and her without much trouble. And could say what they were from to my wholly uninterested group members. Ah well. Someone can appreciate that. I hear Gawker needs a flunky intern. I could do that. Gladly actually. Hmm...that's an idea...

Anyhoo, tonight was Aida with PrincessNella. We sat so high that I almost experienced vertigo, but it was a good time. Minus some of the downright painful score. Soft rock with a musical? Umm...no. I could smell Elton John all over it...and I even like some his old stuff. But, the middlebrow elevator music with a bit of a guitar kickin some parts...eek. Regardless, Ms. Star sang her ass off as did the rest of the cast and the staging and sets were cool even if I did never forget it was a strictly Disney affair. I'm dying to see Avenue Q. Everything I've heard makes it sound too funny.

I'm most definitely gearing up for Friday. It's gonna be nuts...that's for sure. Did you know that the next time Halloween's gonna be on a weekend (besides next year which'll be Sunday) is 2008? Yeah...Ant wasn't so impressed either. Ah well. There will definitely be a major dispatch about that night after it all goes down. Should be a good one.

Posted by Candicissima at October 29, 2003 04:22 AM