DREW: I’m not joining your facebook fan group! Your ego is out of control Rosen
Justin Rocket Silverman who totally spilled a drink on my purse, Anna, me and some guy named Josh who jumped into the booth with us.
The themes of the photos, and I’m not making this up as there was a lengthy discussion in line beforehand about how this was to go down: from top to bottom, serious, smiling, snarling and “just be yourself.” Or maybe the bottom one was “absurdity”? Regardless I just smiled. As a gift to the world.
Ok so now I have A Facebook Group
I swear, being me is becoming very high-maintenance. I imagine being a fan of mine is becoming a full time job too. But worth it, right? RIGHT? Oh and Mom and Dad, I think you can join or look at these things without having a Facebook account? Maybe? I don’t know.
UPDATE: you have to be signed into Facebook to see the group page
OMG you guys! I JUST realized that I made another video about hats! I mean, I knew I made a video about hats last night but I didn’t realize that there seems to be an ongoing hat theme of late. What does it mean? I don’t know either but care to enjoy a bit of video magic wherein Anna David talks about a hat at the New York Times inauguration party which we both went to because we’re fancy and important? The video is at the end of this post but first, more about the party.
Okay fine, Anna got invited and she invited me.
BUT I’M THE ONE WHO GOT RECOGNIZED. And what did I do when two guys asked me about Red Eye and told me I was their favorite thing on the show? I jumped up and down and yelled “I love you” and then asked if I could take a picture with them. I’m telling you people, I’m like an arrow that’s been pulled back and… I think I’m quoting Jim Morrison. That’s terrible.
Anyway, please don’t be afraid to recognize me. I promise I won’t stalk you.
Oh but anyway, back to the hats and the party in general. When we got there we were in the lobby where people were congregating and there was a bar down there and people kept getting on the elevator to go to the bathroom or so I thought. I wondered why they were going to the bathroom in droves. I also wondered why the party just wasn’t that fun. Where were the fabulous people? We talked to Dana Vachon, but surely there were more notables? That’s a lot of pressure for Anna and I to shoulder. For Anna and me to shoulder? For us to shoulder. I mean yes, we’re fabulous. Yes, we will help take your party from middling to above average. Yes, we love hats. But we alone can’t be the only celebrities. The sheer amount of not being recognized gets bothersome.
So at some point, after both of us agreed we were ready to go, Anna decides to find out what the elevator leads to. It leads to… THE PARTY. Turns out we were not exactly at the party, just near it. I think that was my fault.
Anyway, then we went to the party and it was crowded and fun and the following conversation happened:
Claudio, a guy who told us he was half-Italian and half-Argentinian: Are you Italian? You look Italian.
Anna: I’m not but I’ve heard that before. I’m not Argentinian either!
Me: But do you want some in you?
Hm… interestingly that sounded funnier and less crude in my head than it looks here.
What else? Oh, I learned that I’m not subtle at all. It started a couple days before when I thought I saw Demetri Martin and I was trying to get a better look in a way that apparently wasn’t subtle. Anna confirmed this last night, leaving me to say, “From now on I won’t turn my head unless you tell me to. See how well trained I am?” Then I fetched a hat.
Which brings us to this video. It’s grainy and you can’t hear what we’re saying. Enjoy!
I’m reading Jim Norton’s first book, Happy Endings, which is great, and I have allergies, however when these things unknowingly come together on a small table it just looks wrong.
Brett asked in the comments what was up with the anti-freeze photos in the Picasa photo album I mentioned in the previous post.
So evidently every photo I’ve ever uploaded to this blog is available in a photo album. I’m trying to figure out where to put this permanently on the blog. You know, trying to figure out what kind of blog real estate to give it. The real estate market is at an all time low though, so I’m thinking I might give it five row houses and a storefront. I’ll likely give it the worst set of five row houses plus storefront on the best block, as opposed to the alternative, because I hear that’s what you’re supposed to do.
Oh and by the way the breakdown is roughly:
photos of me from TV: buttloads!
photos of animals: not saying there aren’t any
photos of ducklings specifically: totes
photos of me playing guitar thus proving I was in a band. Hey, did I mention I was in a band: a goodly number
photos of the beach: a smattering
Went to dinner with my sister who’s also pretty shaken up by the news tonight. We were remembering little things about Brooke and I mentioned that she had a cowlick in her bangs and she always wore ribbons in her hair (her mom had this amazingly organized ribbon collection). For some reason the ribbons really got to my sister. “I just can’t believe that little kid is gone.” And then: “But of course she wasn’t a little kid.” And see, now I’m remembering more stuff, like how she had a house full of cats and I was allergic to cats and spending the night, which I did all the time, was a sneezy, itchy affair if I didn’t take allergy medication early enough. She had a German Shepherd named Polo. Also, we drew on pillowcases with magic markers at one of her bday parties and I drew all my pets and their names. I still use that pillowcase as a sleeping bag cover (both the sleeping bag and pillowcase are in California which is why I can’t go camping in case you were thinking of asking me). Another quote from my sister: “She was so little.” (She was one of the shortest kids in class growing up.) Also, there were best friend necklaces. Two of them. I had the “Be Fri” half of the hearts and she had the “St End” part. And then there was this terrible summer camp we went to except she actually liked it and went back the next year. I think maybe I felt a little betrayed by that. Like: how could you like this total hellhole? Since when do we have different opinions?
We did grow apart. She got into 4-H and I got into makeup. We both rode horses for awhile but she was actually really good and jumped and won ribbons (again with the ribbons). She moved away in 7th grade I think. 6th grade? 8th grade? We kept in touch for awhile and then lost contact. We emailed again a couple years ago and I remember thinking we didn’t have that much in common anymore. Except even as I say this I can remember her phone number. I think she was the first person I ever really talked to extensively on the phone. We were Facebook friends and I think Myspace friends. She was tagged in a bunch of pictures after her death and the thing that’s kind of haunting me right now is that I looked at a bunch of pictures of her about a week ago without realizing they were uploaded in memoriam.
I’ve written before about how it’s the little mundane details of a person’s life that are crushing and human. You may have read this before but if not, here’s more on that.
Just wanted to say thanks for all the thoughtful comments. I appreciate it. You guys are great.