Missing the House Teams.

Tuesday. Pfft. What a useless day. It’s early enough in the week that it might as well be Monday. It offers no promise of the weekend (like say, after 3pm on Wednesday). There’s no good TV on (not like I have that anyway). Nobody wants to hang out and get drunk. It’s just a stupid day.

 

But, it wasn’t always like this you know. Before IA underwent reservations, we had House Teams. Oh, every Tuesday was a joy! I would wake up and smile, even when it was rainy and windy. I would go into work and immediately start writing a House Team message. Oh, those messages. They were such fun! It usually involved some mean joke towards Brian O’Hara and me being funny. Always me being funny. People enjoyed those messages! Cause it was me being funny. They’d say, “Patty! I loved your message today!” or “Patty, I look forward to your message every week!” And you know what? So did I, guys.

Then, I’d deal with work because I knew that when I left work, it’d only be a few hours until I was hanging out with all of my friends. All of them! Spread among four different teams! We’d laugh, we’d play, we’d perform some improv. Then, we’d hang out after and throw back a few drinks. I’d walk into the bar and Mike (the bartender) would go, “Usual?” and I’d say, “Yes.” And then I’d drink it.

But, now we’re on hiatus. And we have been for weeks. There’s no end in sight for our hiatus. And I’m just sad. No fun messages to write in the morning, no smiling, nothing to look forward to during work, no laughing, no playing, no performing some improv. No Mike the Bartender to make me feel like an alcoholic, and no throwing back drinks.

How do we ease this pain?

Cocaine and VHS tapes of Carlos Mencia doing stand-up.

Banjo in the Park!

Banjo Fiddle.

The days of Kiley and I's dogsitting this lil' thing are winding down.

I'm getting sad.

But look how cute he is!

Kiley took him on a photoshoot in the park the other day.

EDIT:

Photos taken by Kiley Fitzgerald. If you want pictures taken of YOUR animals - you should contact her. She'll do it for free while she beefs up her portfolio.She really captures animals' personalities too,like this picture of Edith.(If you know Edith, you'll know a backdrop of knives is... perfect.)

Springtime for Hit...Patler.

Today I woke up and realized it was almost spring. The sun was shining and the temperature was around 50 degrees. I left the house without a coat on, which I'll admit was a little premature. I got an iced coffee and met with Cavan for a sit on the ol' porch. The porch is a public greenway in the North End with fountains (during the summer) and benches and tables. We call it the porch because it's like our own personal front yard. The picture above is a view from the porch. Totes gorge.

During rehearsal for Awkward Compliment, I just sort of felt like the entire winter didn't happen. (Thankfully.) Having the porch back (I mean, it's always there, but barely warm enough to spend time on) and just hanging out with my friends. Just bein' with friends and hanging out with them. My friends. Hanging with my friends. It just felt like... new. And old. Like last summer. But new old times. I love a new old time.

I'm glad spring is almost here. All my winter blues are slowly fading away. And this winter was a doozy! So, on to the next thing!

By the way, it's 7pm and I only had 2 Coors Lites with 1/2 price app dinner with AC, yet somehow I feel drunk...

ON LIFE!

STOP THE PRESSES!

I know. I know. I just blogged. But, is this girl with the clown nose not ME?

Fun fact: I have a folder full of pages from J. Crew and Anthropologie catalogues so I can have some outfit inspiration. Never did I think I'd find inspiration from the kid's section! That is literally an outfit I'd wear slash have worn before. And the clown nose, messy hair and facial expression? She's totally my daughter. Am I old enough to say that yet?

Found here.

Adopting all of them! All these baby fashionistas!

"what's up babe? I'm chillin at an Indian Nightclub"

After Awkward Compliment shows on Thursdays, we always go to Mike's. But, Mike's closes at 12. Sometimes, on special occasions - or when we really haven't had enough of each other - we go to Diva Lounge after. It's basically an Indian Nightclub. They play techno and pop hits yet have Indian music videos (with no sound) being projected on a giant white wall. It's always dead on Thursdays nights, so we get this huge comfy couch area to ourselves. And, for bit's sake, we get a round of Taj Mahal's. And dance.

Casey said to the waitress, "What do you recommend?" And she said, "A sex on the beach with peach liquor." Casey replied, "No, I'm talking about drinks." He is lucky he's very handsome, or else no girl would date him based on his crude pick-up lines. He asked her what her name was, and she told him it was Uliana. He repeated it, then forgot it, and decided to call her "skunk hair" instead. I know, ladies. He's an idiot. But you have to excuse him. He had to grew up in hideous Italy and the only toy he had to play with was pasta. So you have to love him. I do!

Proof.

I love Awkward Compliment. I love them as people, I love performing with them and I love drinking beers with them. Sometimes they treat me like I'm a girl. Sometimes. 

DiBello: Casey, I've read all your texts.

Casey: It's ok. I think I only got one. From some girl I don't care about.

Me: But wouldn't that be all girls?

Casey: Exactly.

Me: But I'm a girl! Do you care about me?

Casey: You're not a girl!

FML. [In his defense, he finished that statement with, "You're a woman!" but it's funnier when I leave that party out.] If you're in the Massachusetts area, you should come check out a show on Thursdays nights at 8. Or, you can hang out with us any day of the week. This weekend we're going to do drugs. Tons of drugs.

itchy arm.

I love Degas.

sometimes, your friend is naked on the front page..

I got to work today and someone came into the kitchen and said,

"IS THIS REAL?!?"

I looked up and yelled, "Oh. My. God."

Yes. Yes it's real.

That's Evan's body!

His hilarious body.

On the cover of the Boston Metro.

(A very popular commuter paper. Read by thousands. Daily.)

It's for the musical, "You're A Good Man, Scott Brown" which he's playing Scott Brown in.

I was texting him about it and he said,

"I'm not really sure what to think of this.

I'm half-excited/half nightmare-when-you-go-to-class-in-underwear."

But I think it's hilarious.

And creepy. A little creepy.

Guys! My best friend is that naked guy on the cover of the Metro!

Uh.. on second thought.. nope. Don't know him.. never heard of him...

Photograph taken by Richie Moriarty. Poor, poor Richie Mo.