I’ve had an icky feeling about Matt Weiner since Mad Men was airing and everything fell in line last year when it was confirmed that he is just as much of a creep as I thought. The level of self-importance that dude has is nearly unfathomable.
All of which is to say no, I’m not watching The Romanoffs.
P.S. Betty Draper deserved so much better.
As I was saying, I was checking my phone the entire time, just reading the headlines. And no, I don’t think it was bothering the other 10 people in the audience in this major American city on a Saturday night. Fuck, I had such high expectations for this movie. Don’t waste your money y’all!!
It was really good. I went by myself and it was the first time I’d ever done that. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Stockard Channing is a goddess and the play is funny and smart and melancholy.
Also, Hugh Dancy is like… a very good actor. I’ve seen him in plenty of movies and TV shows but there was something about seeing him on stage where I was like… shit. Also he is so handsome.
Claire was not there as she was off at some event looking flamazing for having a baby about 6 minutes ago. I did see Woody Harrelson as I was leaving though! I didn’t recognize him at first.
Also also two of the seats in my row had placards that said “In honor of Jake Gyllenhaal” and “In honor of Blythe Danner.” So cosmically, we were connected.
I did not stage door for Hugh as I had other plans involving a gin martini and a steak.
So here’s the dealio: Ashley and I had plans to go to the Berkshires this weekend but since Ashley was sick-ish when she was in NY last week and then got a flu shot and then got sicker AND since I suffered from LEGITIMATE, HONEST TO GOD
V E R T I G O
this past Monday, I was hellaciously frightened of getting sick again, so we canceled last-minute. By that time, I imagine all the tickets to the film were sold out.
So we did brunch instead.
I think you’re asking how many asks I’ve written while flat-out drunk and the answer is not that many. The percentage would be ridiculously low, and declining as I’ve gotten older, because I know when to walk away from the computer (also I’ve written a LOT of stuff on this blog).
I’m much more likely to tweet after having a few drinks because for some reason in my brain Twitter feels much more casual and less official than this stupid blog.
I’m gonna take a cue from Keep It and announce that we are not going to talk about… him on this blog. We shall refer to him as… Mr. Kardashian.
ANYHOOZLES, no I did not watch that. I have no time for Mr. Kardashian’s bullshit and even less for Mr. Cheeto’s. I really hesitate to buy into the whole ~it’s a DiStRaCtIoN~ line from the media about various antics from Mr. Cheeto, but y’all:
Please don’t waste any more time thinking about Mr. Kardashian and Cheeto wearing their fucking ~MAGA~ hats in the Oval Office and make sure you are registered to vote on Nov. 6.
I don’t think officially anyone here has but several friends of the blog have and give it a resounding THUMBS UP.
Probably not. I’m the only one who’d really be interested in that sort of thing, and a) none of the dates are really compatible with me and b) even if they were, they’re mostly sold out.
Sara and I are going to see Claire Danes’s husband onstage this week, though!