Pretty Is As ....

So yesterday, one of my “Partners in Crime” (Yellow Hat from last month in PS) texted me and wanted to know two things: 

 1.     If I wanted to Happy Hour at the GC

To that I had to wait until 8 pm as I had to work late.  And yesterday was my Eco day, I take the bus to the train and the train to work in the morning and then reverse it (obviously) in the evening.  So from work to the GC, I take the train to the bus, go bar-hopping and then the bus to the train and the train to the bus.  It’s much more work, but then I don’t have to drive.  And,

2.     If I wanted to work on a “spoof” short of American Horror Story.  Now AMS has been on my short list of shows that I want to watch, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.  And of course now I’m even more interested in seeing it.  And guess which character I will get to spoof?  No, guess!  Seriously!  GUESS!

Any type of entertainment from singing to movies to stage to writing makes me very happy.  So to be asked to be involved is a thrill. (And maybe a Chilling thrill.)  More details as they emerge.

I dressed up right nice yesterday and carried both a bag and my laptop in a second bag.  So once I determined I would be in WeHo I decided to leave the laptop at work, allowing me to only have to carry one bag with me.  We met at the GC with the other creator and had a few drinks to help with the discussion.  Grease the wheels of my liver is really more like it, but…. So after our pre-dinner drinks, we skipped on down to Hamburger Mary’s for dinner.  And boy did I need a little something to stick to my ribs.  Once we finished dinner and decided it was time to go, we walked out of HM and Yellow Hat sees the #4 bus coming.  I leave them in a cloud of dust as I run to catch the bus.  It’s still is NOT a pretty picture when I run in dress shoes carrying a designer bag.  The shoes and bag are cute but my waddle run with dinner and gin sloshing just “ain’t purdy.”   Needless to say I squeal over my shoulder that I’m sure it’s a pretty sight from behind too.

The bus driver sees all of the fabulousness a-hurrying and is kind enough to wait.  I would hate to have forced to have thrown myself at the bus, but…  Anyway as she opened the door to the bus I hear a roar of laughter.  After brushing my beautiful locks out of my face, wrapping my bag around my arm and searching for my transit card, I huff that I know they are NOT laughing all of the wonderfulness scurrying for the bus.  Wisely, she didn’t answer.  I tap my card and take a seat near the front.  After all, I just ran ¼ of a whole block.  I noticed the kids that were laughing and discovered they didn’t even notice me.  Bastards!  They could have seen a sensation tearing up the pavement.  Then I discover the only person really laughing at me is the bus driver and she’s having herself a good time.  I should have charged her.  Even as I alighted from the bus to catch the train to the bus she was still snickering.  See I am funny, damnit.

So bring on my AHS spoof.  I am ready for my close-up.

And for a little self-promotion, if you didn’t see my short from January, here is a link.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vp6oUb0_DlY 

Peace!