Bourbon Chicken w/ a side of Improv

Had an improv show last night with Seriously Bent. It took place at the Copley Marriott, which if you're not familiar to Boston, is a nice hotel. I could tell that it was nice because they gave us bottles of Pepsi products (yuck) in GLASS bottles. That means class. Oh, also, our "green room" was a quarter section of a ball room.

The funniest parts of the night? Us going to eat in the Food Court at the Prudential, and forgetting to tell Nick Mandella, who was snorting nasal spray in a bathroom. Then, when he finally meets up with us and sits down with his plate of bourbon chicken, mac and cheese, potato wedges, and fruit punch... we get a call saying we're going on earlier than expected. Like, in 10 minutes. So we run through the mall back to the hotel - and Nick continues to hold on to his plate of food. Oh, and maybe another funny part is the acrobatic Panc-watch team Kelly, Jules and I established for Trevor - who just got out of the hospital with his second round of Pancreatitis.

Funniest parts of the show? Ummm..... hm..... well there was that one.. oh, no... but that one scene that had... no, not that either.

Note to all conference planners - improv is not a good idea when booking for a social conference where people will be roaming around, eating, talking, etc. Oh, and having three mic's in front of the stage and two speakers for a large crowd... really? It's easier to blame the setting and atmosphere for a bad performance than the actual performance itself. (But seriously! It's true!)

Haunting.

I like working at a place where if I ever miss any of my co-workers, or people associated with my workplace, I can usually see them on my TV.

That's my boss.

Yesterday, All my troubles seemed so far away.

Yesterday was a gorgeous day, unlike the snowy monstrosity that happened on Friday. It was warm-ish (by that I mean like 35-40). The sun was out, I wore a dress, it was such a happy day. I slept in a little, I went for a walk, I worked, I had class, I was incredibly busy all day - but nothing could bring me down. Not even my 2.5 hours Art of the Italian Renaissance class! (Though, despite the Monday night long class thing, I like the subject.) And then I calmed down my busy day with a night of vodka drinks at reggae night. I don't know how that happened, but it's basically the most interesting thing I've ever done. I would never intentionally go to reggae night, but accidentally ending up at it when the restaurant you're eating at turns into it... well, it wasn't as bad as you might think. (Yes, there was a corner to hide in!)

But, it was weird, it really felt like an out of body experience. I made plans and I had normal, predictable expectations. Y'know, like a movie and some usual bar or restaurant like Cheesecake Factory or Beantown Pub. But we got on the Red Line! We went to Central Square! I went to a restaurant I'd never been to before, where the "Plain Jane" burger wasn't even plain enough for me. Then I had lots of vodka drinks, and switched it up 3 times - when normally I drink rum and diet cokes. Then it turned into reggae night, and well, you can imagine the clientèle, and how much I fit in with that crowd. I'm such a white Kiss 108 listener.

Anyway, today wasn't as great. It's rainy AND snowy AND cold. I woke up sick multiple times, and I think I woke up still drunk. I had a test. I had boring classes. I'm still nauseous. And I had to sit through the 109 from Sullivan to my house where two people talked about how they just got out of jail. In a public place. Oh, and the girl, 24 years old, was incarcerated for 2 years, and said, "I don't drink that much." Then took out a paper bag and drank from it. She wasn't even being sarcastic.

Basically, if you can avoid going to Everett, then by all means avoid it. I want to move to Cambridge. Or Boston. People are more private with their jail stories there!

Super Heroes.

So one of my BIGGEST fears is mice. I hate them. Hate hate hate. I don't care if they're cute, I can't take them. I cry, and cringe, and cry some more. I could barely watch Ratatouille! Like, I had to shut my eyes on a lot of parts... for serious. I don't like them running around alive, but I also don't like them dead. Can't there be a happy medium? Unfortunately, I WORK IN A BASEMENT. So, the other night, one was dying in the kitchen.

Andrew (the one with the cardboard mask) doesn't like sticky traps. He doesn't like mice to have to suffer to their death. I don't like hearing them suffer to their death. So, he says that oil helps loosen the glue. We had no oil, so he got hot water with soap. He took the dying mouse and the soapy water outside in the back alley and tried to get the mouse off. But, the mouse ended up being so shocked and confused (and was apparently blowing soap bubbles). He lost a paw, and a lot of fur, and died on the ground.

Terrible story. I know. I felt really sad, I almost cried. I named it Henry, then we decided not to name something that's dead. But Andrew built an igloo for it out of snow in the back as a grave. He really, really went out of his way for that mouse.

He's adorable.

Boston, you're my home.

Things I love about Boston in February:


Things I Hate About Boston in February:



Those pictures were taken 2 days apart. 2 days! The first picture looks like mid-Spring. And though it was kinda freezing out that day, it was still very nice. Then I got trapped inside (IN EVERETT OF ALL PLACES) two days later in a snow storm!!

But I love it. Unfortunately.

The Magic

That's Chringy drinking from a Gryffindor cup. He bought it for Liza for Valentine's Day. In fact, he bought her a whole assortment of Harry Potter goodies for Valentine's Day! That's a real man. Supporting a Harry Potter addiction. Chringy's real name his Chris. Chris is Liza's husband.

Sometimes I'm featured in Chringy's blog, and it's usually blurry pictures of me kicking in the air, or me making a weird face. I thought today I'd show Chringy in my blog. His last name is Ingalls. Chris Ingalls = CHRINGY. I like to shorten things. Like short pencils.
I have the night off. And Suffolk closed at 1, so I was out of my internship early. The thing with that, is I'm scheduled two days a week (Wednesday and Friday). I like doing it a lot though, so I generally work on it in bits and pieces everyday. Most of it is work from home stuff, like researching or writing, I generally go in to show where I'm at and interview people. Luckily, since it's snowing, I get to relax. And I don't have to work tonight. I kind of smell like a wet dog because I was walking outside. Oh well.

Don't worry about it Massachusetts, it'll be 70 degrees like next week and all this will be gone. So, stop stocking up on bread and milk!

I don't have anything to say.

I couldn't talk right now about what's on my mind without puking.

So I'm going to talk about other things.

I'm not going to talk about the election, though. I have nothing insightful to say about the election. I don't even know who's running anymore. Kevin Federline? Great, he's in.

I could talk about my obsession with Ancient Rome! Sometimes, when I'm bored, I'll go to Google maps and I'll type in "Rome" and switch to Satellite and it's like I'm walking down the Via Sacra. I walk by the Colosseum and I say, "Hey Colosseum" and then I walk by the Arch of Titus and I say, "All these years and you're still not giving up, eh?" and then I hang out at the Pantheon with all my favorite gods. It's almost as fun as.... well, actually walking by these places and seeing them.

When I was a youngin, my mom and sister loved going to the Museum of Fine Arts, and they would drag me along (literally) and I would put up huge fights... in the museum. I would sleep on benches (just to prove how bored I was) and I would yell and fuss. Now I'm minoring in Art History, where I have to go to museums on a regular basis, and I love it. I also worked for them for a year. People can change! Like taste buds!

But anyway, I wanna go to Rome. So so so so bad! But I want you to pay for it. Thanks!

The Quote Board

So, a few years ago (close to two to be exact) I created The Quote Board - which is a ton of documented conversations and quotes on my Myspace blog.

In a word document, it's 71 pages long. I would get it published... if a large population knew the people involved. Maybe I should make a DVD of all the people... so it will be like flash cards. Then when the quotes are read - they'll at least know the people. But sarcasm and voices and delivery is what makes it so popular.

OKAY SO ANYWAY. I went to update it today, cause it's been TWO weeks, and I felt as though I had a few good gems. But then I got that error message! And the whole thing was gone and it was a bunch of numbers and percent signs!! Luckily, I just exited out quickly, and the info was still there. So I re-saved it to Word. But, I still can't update it, so now my co-workers will never know the horrible things Jeremy said about rape victims.

What if I can never update it again?? Will this be the end? Oh well, I'll get a whistle and move on.

Scrabulous.

First Monopoly, now Scrabulous.

I was at Improv last night until about 5:30 am watching Jeremy, Evan and Andrew play Scrabulous on Facebook. Around 2 or so, they each whipped out their MacBooks and began a game of 3 person Scrabulous. I didn't have a MacBook, nor did I feel like playing on any of the Asylum computers - so I decided to sit and watch them. I was mainly on quote watch.



Then they each decided to play alternating songs. Then Jeremy said, "You know what would be fun? If we each went and played our #1 most played songs." You know what, that's not really fun for Patty. Patty doesn't know ANY of the music they played! So when someone said, "This next song's embarrassing." I didn't know why. Except Five for Fighting's "100 Years", that was funny to me... cause it was Jeremy. It was basically an indie music show down. I'm glad I didn't have my computer... THAT would be embarrassing (Miley Cyrus would NOT fit in.)

Here were the top songs:

#1 Evan - "Last Flowers" - Radiohead - 18 times (he says his iTunes is lying)
#1 Jeremy - "Martin Eden" - The Twilight Singers (126 times)
#1 Andrew - "Hang Me Up To Dry" - Cold War Kids

For fun. . . my #1 is One Minute Man by Missy Elliot. But it was an accident! I swear! I left it playing on repeat when I was at work!! (The next/accurate one is "The Seed" by The Roots f/ Cody ChesnuTT at 69 times. The rest is 99% embarrassing.)

Evan won by 1 point. Andrew resigned, and Jeremy and Evan both had one letter left and it was a C - that wouldn't work anywhere. So, Evan won.

I spent a majority of the time laughing at them, taking pictures, sleeping on the counter, peering over Evan's shoulders, and telling stories nobody listened to.

Oh, and some quote highlights:

Andrew: Alison will go out there and people will call me by name, and she just calls me the camera man!
Jeremy: I've coned a new word tonight, when you're tired of irony, it's tirony. Like, "Y'know, I'm tirony, can we just have a real conversation?"
Evan: *sounding defeated* You guys are my best friends.

Call me, or not.

Last weekend I broke my phone. It was a traumatic experience. I was washing my hands, and my phone fell in the sink. Then some weird firework display erupted on the screen, and then a weird noise, and then dead. A part of me died, too.

I started to freak out. I ran in circles, then I drove to Improv Asylum faster than I ever have. I literally made it there in 10 minutes. I stormed down the stairs, tried to get my phone to work again, then drank a nice big glass of wine. Or two. Or three. Why!

The thing with me is that I've had a cell phone since I was like... 12 or 13. I know, gross, but kids today get them at much younger ages. Gross! I've always had some way to communicate with the outside world when I wasn't at home using my land line. My phone, and cell phones in general, have become safety blankets. Like, sure, half the time nobody ever calls me because I'm so not a phone person (besides texting) - but it's good to know it's there. And of course, the moment it dies, I get calls and calls and texts! I get invited to a party, asked to hang out by another friend - and all of these people think I'm blowing them off!

Anyway, I have a new phone. But I went TWO LONG DAYS without it. I had to pay $50 to the insurance agency for them to send me a new phone. I didn't have a memory card, nor did I back up my phone numbers through Verizon, so it's a whole new start. No pictures (mainly of my dog). No videos (mainly of me in the car playing Miley Cyrus). No phone numbers. No NOTHING.

Oh, and I have a Mint Chocolate phone. The bright green one. It's name was Finn. I like the name Finn a lot for my phone, it reminds me of a small, young, Irish boy. I'm going to name my new phone Finn II. Even if it's not the same and will never be loved as much as Finn I.

The moral of the story? I don't know. I hate not having a phone. Never do that again.

Flower Power

Nick Mandella on what kind of flower/plant I would be:


you would be a red rose

beautiful and delicate, but horny and able to protect yourself

with thorns.
and for a plant, you'd be an aloe plant.

beautiful, yet practical

with thorns
the thorns are a symbol for your sass and ability to speak up for yourself.

Yes, that is a picture of him shining his shoes. He's that kind of gay. The shoe shining kind. And the ironing kind. But he's wonderful(ly twatty). And yes, I'd totally still dry hump if he gets fat.

Man-op-oly.

Walked down to the theater last night after a night of hanging and drinking with Seriously Bent. We thought we'd give Jeremy and Mike a surprise.

We thought they'd be drinking, talking, hanging out... or maybe watching movies.

We walked into a dark front room and two men huddled in front of the computer playing Monopoly. They had been playing for 1 hour and 27 minutes. We made fun of them, then watched them play for another 40-50 minutes.

Their player names were "Dad" and "kiddo", roles which had accompanying voices and story lines - and were switched between the two of them often.

Dad: Hey kiddo.
Kiddo: Yeah, dad.
Dad: When you gonna visit me in jail?

Out of all the late night theater antics I've walked in on (and been a part of) this was one of the funnier ones. Probably because it was unexpected. Probably because I had a little bit of a buzz on, and was so tired I could have slept on the counter (which I attempted). But I don't know, I've walked in on Mike with a girl, once. . . Googling Spiderman.

Oh, p.s., pick up your copy of the Improper Bostonian. Mike's one of the most eligible bachelors in the city of Boston. What would he do without me?

It's in!

Happy Groundhog's Day, everyone!

The prediction's been made! The statement's been released on Groundhog.org :

Here Ye! Here Ye! Here Ye!

On Gobbler's Knob on this fabulous Groundhog Day, February 2nd, 2008
Punxsutawney Phil, the Seer of Seers, Prognosticator of all Prognosticators,
Rose to the call of President Bill Cooper and greeted his handlers, Ben Hughes and John Griffiths.

After casting a weathered eye toward thousands of his faithful followers,
Phil consulted with President Cooper and directed him to the appropriate scroll, which proclaimed:

"As I look around me, a bright sky I see, and a shadow beside me.
Six more weeks of winter it will be!"

Oh, joy! Did you know that Phil speaks in "Groundhogese", which is only understood by the President of the Inner Circle. I highly advise you to find out more interesting facts about Phil here. It's the most I've laughed in a while. Not that I don't believe it's true, or don't respect the groundhog.

Today I watched "Groundhog's Day" with Bill Murray and it was funny. It reminds me of my childhood. And while you crazy cats were out celebrating 6 more weeks of winter, I was celebrating my mom's birthday - because she shares her special day with the Groundhog's special day... for two entirely different "special" reasons.

I want to stop being sick.

Pidgy!

That's Pidgy. Julia saved him. He was walking up Temple Street, and Seriously Bent was outside doing their thing - such as smoking, and chatting. Then I saw Pidgy walking up the street and he had plastic stuck to his foot. He was walking slow, and he couldn't fly away even though so many people were really close to him. Julia ran across the street and slowly walked behind him, then pulled the plastic off his foot. He was a little startled, but he let Julia save him.

Then he walked up the street slowly and went on his way. But Julia and I had to follow him, screaming his name, and taking pictures. You could say we got a few strange looks from some Suffolk students.

But Julia felt proud. As you can see.