This weekend was like an odd nonstop roller coaster ride where everything kind of just transitioned awkwardly into eachother . . .
On Saturday I went to the Brooklyn Peace Fair at YWCA on third avenue. So Im sitting with my friend Roger in a class about methods to ease tension and center yourself (sample dialogue "put your hands across your chest in anyway that it feels comfortable to you . . . feel what it feels like to touch yourself" . . . cue uncontrollable snickering). At one point I snuck a quick look at my cell phone to see that I had a text message from a friend of mine at NBC reading "Want to see
SNL tonight? Get back to me ASAP". So I grabbed Roger and hightailed it out of there (probably totally throwing off the balance of everyone's chi . . . or something). So hours later (after picking up the computer guy in the torrential rain and getting my computer fixed) there I am in the front row at SNL literally feet away from all of the action. If I had raised my hand during weekend update it would have been in Tina Fey's shot. During the commercials I had to tuck in my feet to make sure that the set pieces did not get rolled over it. Now for someone who's always dreamed of directing SNL (I heart Beth McCarthy Miller) his was not just going to some show taping, it was like a religious experience. I mean when it comes to live television production Saturday Night Live is the big leagues. It was awesome to see just how coordinated everything is . . . I mean as soon as the camera is off of something or someone they are prepping for the next thing. The funniest part was watching Catherine Zeta Jones get literally pulled around the studio by her handler.
So of all nights to get to see Saturday Night Live it is right before the only Sunday where I have to wake up at 7:30 in the morning. I got about three hours of sleep before having to wake up to walk in the
Alzheimers Associations Memory Walk. Having lost my great aunt to Alzheimer's within the past couple of years it was both a really sad and really cathardic experience for me. After I got done with the three mile walk I went downtown to kill some time before work. Caught the movie "Good Night and Good Luck" which I thought was really good. I thought that the movie was really well done and David Strathairn did a great job. As someone who went to Edward R. Murrow High School I have seen a lot of Murrow in my day and I went into the movie thinking that Strathairn looked nothing like him. I walked out of it with exactly the opposite thought . . . his movements and expressions were dead on.
Anyway so that sums up my crazy weekend . . . in other odd news-
It Wasn't Just a Pudgy Faze- Janet's BIG surprise
American Girl on Girl- Alright so this story is like 10 days old but its still ridiculous . . . even
Obama says so
Serving up Crap Sandwiches- Why does a mayor with a 60 percent approval rating need to plant supporters?