Bust a Tunic

I'm loving all the Orlando squee going on over in Rachel's journal.  I don't have the guts to walk up and talk to celebrities at all. I'm one of those stare from afar unless I'm with someone that knows them. Which has actually happened then I get introduced and depending on who I'm talking to stutter my way through some fangirling.

Along the same vein my Mom called me from NYC this morning to squee over her dinner last night. She went out with some friends after seeing Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolfe and they had reservations at some trendy restaurant. Anyway she winds up sitting next to Mikhail Baryshnikov and Jessica Lange. My dear mother was squeeing like a twelve year old and said that she barely made it through dinner. She has been in love with Misha since I can remember. Too funny.

Still working my way through CSI: Season 2. Made for some interesting dreams last night.

Saw Sin City finally, it wa interesting and creepy. I like how stylized it was and how beautiful Jessica Alba is.  Elijah was certifiably creepy but it was a fantastic departure from Frodo.

I really should be doing laundry.