Weekend Wrap-Up

I hopped the redeye to Cape Cod Friday night, and watched some Jons get married on Saturday. It was wonderful in so many ways.

The place Joel found us (thanks, Joel!) was fantastic, right on the water looking out into Nantucket Sound. It was a really gorgeous place to stay, it was incredibly fun to hang out with everyone, and it was such a nice break from the L.A. madness.

The wedding itself was beautiful, touching, and even hilarious. The dancing after the wedding was definitely hilarious, and I feel I made a nice drunken contribution to said hilarity.

In all seriousness, though, I hope to hell I find someone that makes me half as happy as the Jons obviously make each other. If I do, I'll consider myself incredibly lucky.

Although I lacked my camera, about 20 other people brought theirs, so there's no lack of documentation of the beauty of the weekend, both literal and metaphorical.

It was also my birthday on Sunday, and I'm pleased to note that for the first birthday since I turned 24, I managed to remain ambulatory for the entire day. It's those little victories that matter.

Speaking of little victories, I took no small amount of joy out of the fact that the Lakers choked both Friday AND Sunday against the Celtics.

I was slightly disappointed I couldn't find a "Lakers Suck!" shirt to wear around L.A. all week, but I suppose that given the general agressiveness and assholishness of Lakers fans, not finding said shirt reduces my chances of getting beat up and/or shot.

All in all, I had a really great weekend, and spent my day off today recovering from the whole thing in order to go into a truly delightful next three weeks of six-day weeks and a full shooting schedule.

Posting will be light for a bit, save the occasional complaint about how ridiculously goddamn tired I am.

Felicitations on the Twenty Seventh Anniversary of the Fortuitous Birth...

..of Mark "Wordman" Greer.

A Little Perspective

Strike day 1 came and went. Some pictures of the group picketing the lot this morning are up on LAist, but our writers were on the afternoon shift, so none of my friends are pictured there.

However, this afternoon I found out another friend I used to work with got hit by a car and badly injured while she was riding her motorcycle yesterday. She's going to live, but only because she was wearing her helmet.

She's still in the ICU, and after a very long time in surgery yesterday, it looks like she's going to be okay, or at least as okay as you can be after having one of your hands crushed into a million pieces and having your femur break so badly it breaks the skin, among her many, many injuries.

As much whining as I do about my stupid foot and all the horseshit it's given me after I tripped on a stupid fucking rock, it's nothing compared to the utter hell my friend is about to go through.

It also gives me perspective about my worries about unemployment: If I lose my job, I can get another one. My friend might never be able to get back a lot of what she lost yesterday.

Cross your fingers for her. She's a good kid, and I wouldn't wish the pain and frustration she's about to go through on my worst enemy.

Tim Brayton Is The Man

I had not even been considering seeing wholly unnecessary sequel Elizabeth: The Golden Age until I read Tim's magnificent review of it in all its glorious awfulness.

Now, I have to see it. This is why Tim should be writing reviews for a living. God bless Rotten Tomatoes for adding him to the Tomatometer, giving him at least some of the exposure he richly deserves.

Back to Life, Back to Reality

Chicago was awesome. The game was ridiculous. Reuniafest was everything I'd hoped for and then some. I didn't get to see everyone I wanted to see since I was only in town for two and a half days, but I got to see a decent number of y'all, which was great.

I didn't want to come back, and I so do not want to go back to work tomorrow. Stupid reality.

Anyway, a few odds and ends from the weekend:

- Nate and I stayed with Mark, and that led to my favorite Inappropriate Joke of the weekend, which was that we were off having threesomes, but they were the worst threesomes ever because absolutely no one was getting what they wanted.

- [whining]I hate my foot. Hate hate hate hate hate. It hurt all weekend, I kept having to sit on barstools instead of actually standing to talk to people, I repeatedly had to leave early because it hurt, and I blew about $50 on cabs I probably wouldn't have blown if I could walk more than a few blocks without feeling like my leg was going to fall off. This horseshit better end soon.[/whining]

- Man, I've gotten spoiled living in California where you basically can't smoke anywhere indoors. My throat is still killing me from trying to shout over the music in several smoke-filled bars, and all my clothes smell like they spent the weekend at the bottom of an ashtray. You guys will love life when the ban goes into effect at the beginning of the year.

- So for those of you who heard me panicking about the potential writers' strike, here's a fairly good summary of why TV people in particular are panicking about this.

- On the flight back, as we were coming in for a landing, I got some sort of air bubble in my sinuses, leading to some of the most excruciating pain I've felt in several years. And I include everything involved in my foot ridiculousness in that. Fortunately, it managed to dissipate by the time we landed, but I'm still feeling residual pain. Ow.

Awwwwwww*puke*wwwwwwww

Congratulations to Laz and Christin, who as you can guess from that photo, went and got themselves married this weekend.

Thanks to Kim for passing along the photos.

Offspring Alert

Elisa and Ray are having a sequel, and I congratulate them and wish them much success with Laird Baby 2: The Lairdening.

Wow, I've lived in L.A. for too long.

Best Out of Context Quote Ever

From an email from my old boss at Ellen:

Dude - I am freakin' sunshine and light. BITE ME!!

This is why she and I got along so well. I need a t-shirt that says this.