Friday, April 17, 2009

Okay, people, it’s finally Friday. Who’s got plans this weekend?!?!

I, for one, will be enjoying the Vitamin D. It’s rainy as shit today (after having great weather yesterday afternoon), but it’s going to be sunny AND in the 70s this weekend. Can’t beat that. Hubby is playing in a golf tourney, so Mini and I will be out cattin’ around. Maybe we’ll keep The Snow Beast – Mini loves when we get to put the top down. His grin gets so huge, that I’m certain one of these days I’ll have to pick bugs out of his teeth.

Last night my co-worker who’s helping us build our new deck, came over for wine, beer and pizza. Hubby drank the beer and co-worker and I finished off a bottle of wine. One of the BIG bottles. We all know that wine does funny things to me. Something you didn’t know? Pizza does funny things to me, too. No, not of the digestive variety.

It gives me Pizza Dreams. Something about the sauce, I suppose – the richness, the sauciness – gives me funky dreams. And we also know that I already have pretty funky dreams without wine – remember The One About Bret? So, last night I dreamed that I had some psychic come to my house to check for ghosts – and then I told her I didn’t want to know if it was haunted.

Side note: I think my house is haunted with a friendly ghost that covered my feet back up last night when I woke up bitching at Hubby for taking all the covers. Seriously. I woke up with cold feet, told Hubby that he stole the blankie, and then I felt the blanket move back over my feet. Hubby didn’t budge. It was trippy.

So, then suddenly I was in a new bedroom in a new house and this place was bitchin’. It was such a huge bedroom that after having lived in this place for over a month we found a whole new section to the bedroom that had ANOTHER bed and a man-cave up in a loft. Then when Hubby decided to climb up to the man cave, the ladder broke because it was just for looks. (The falling thing has a real-life counterpart, but I’ll get to that story in a minute.)

Next thing I know, a family member was confronting everybody about a situation that is going on with my Crazy Cousin. And I LET LOOSE on his azz. Everybody was watching and it was fun. After a little rumble, I finally told him that if he didn’t back off, I was going to punch him in the nutz. And then I looked down and saw a little wet spot on the front of his pants. I was all, “Oh poor wittle thing, did you pee pee in your pants?” He got totally worked over. It was nice. (The pee thing has a real-life counterpart that is connected to the falling thing that I’ll get to shortly).

And that, my friends, is what a combination of wine and pizza does to me. I take things that I discussed during the day or had happen and then turn them into TWISTED dreams.

Now, on to the falling and pee-pee story.

Yesterday, Hubby walked over to my building to meet me for lunch. When he came in the entrance on 5th Avenue, he told me that he had just seen a car drive by with a camera on the front and a Range Rover with a camera crew in front of it. SO FREAKING COOL. So, when we walked around towards the east side of the building, I looked out the doors and saw the same cars on 4th Avenue.

Being the pop-culture whore that I am, I decided that I would forgo lunch in order to see what was going on.

Unfortunately, it lost its luster pretty quickly because I didn’t recognize the driver of the sweet, sweet Caddy and I couldn’t see the actress in the passenger seat. Buuuuuummmmmmer.

So, we went and enjoyed some Taco Salad Thursday at the Café in my building. And then when Hubby left, I went back out on 4th to watch some more.

After I went back to my desk, I checked online to see what is filming here. Two things:
The TNT show Leverage (with Timothy Hutton and the guy that played Lindsay on “Angel”)
The new Harrison Ford movie with Brendan Fraser and….drum roll please….


Yup, Keri Russell, one of my favorite actresses - who I’m totally, like, BFFs with in my head (me, her and Jennifer Garner) – is filming a movie here. It could have been her in the passenger seat.

But probably not. I heard they also “blew up” a car over on Burnside yesterday and I think that’s more of a “Leverage” thing to do.

So, the falling and peeing portion of the story?

Yesterday on the way home, Hubby told me that he saw them doing some filming out in front of the entrance on 5th. So, he was checking it out as he walked down the steps…

I’m sure you can guess what happened next….


He fell. Like, completely crashed out and landed on both knees. At the bottom of the steps, where the last step really isn’t even a step because it’s flush with the sidewalk. In front of a camera crew. I laughed my azz off about it. I told him that was probably going to be their last take of the day, but then they had to re-do it because he fell and ruined the shot.

The peeing part of the story isn’t really a pee story. After I finished laughing at him and empathy embarrassment set in, I told him that falling is SO humiliating I would literally rather piss my pants in front of people and have to walk around in it all day long than fall in front of people.

What about you? What is the most embarrassing thing that you can imagine happening?

1 comment:

Anniebanannie said...

How cool is that?!!! I would have totally gone bizerko trying to figure out who it was!

Your dreams are wicked cool-I wish I could remember even a smidgen of what I dream.