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I believe I can fly!
My flight out to L.A. for the reunion show will be taking off in about five hours. I’ll be gone until Thursday afternoon, so the usual recap on Wednesday won’t be there. If I’m lucky, I can set a time-delayed post that’ll appear that afternoon (without any juicy details, unfortunately); if I’m not, just write your comments here and I’ll figure out something else when I get back. Cheer me on!
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Mail Call!
I picked up the mail this afternoon and found something I’d never expected. This time, it wasn’t the usual newspaper ad set in there by a friendly neighborhood stalker: it was a mass-mailing from my high school advertising Beauty and the Geek because I was a member of the three remaining couples. Hoo boy…
I’m not sure whether I prefer that the school sent it out now rather than when the show started. Perhaps now is better because it’s a lot less likely that female alumnae will ask me to join them when shopping for clothes on the weekends.
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Gimme a Smile!
I went to a Minnesota Twins game with my parents on Thursday (tickets courtesy of Matthew Feeney, who wanted to say thanks for being an extra at that all-night shoot for Fall Into Me). We were in the tenth row down the third base line—pretty good seats. However, getting inside the Metrodome meant we still had to deal with all the people hawking tickets outside.
We had parked six or seven blocks away to avoid getting jacked for $10 in a lot. Heading to the stadium, we ended up walking towards someone holding up four tickets to the game. Didn’t need ‘em, planned to pass by the guy, no big deal. All of a sudden, he turned to me and said, “Gimme a smile!”
I looked at him and thought, “Okay, he wants me to get excited about the Twins playing in half an hour, go team!” I flashed him a grin, at which point he yelled out, “I saw you on TV last night!” (It seems very odd that the first time someone told me he recognized me, he’d be hawking tickets to a baseball game…)
We talked briefly, then he handed me his card (he works for Premiere Tickets, which assumedly doesn’t screw you over nearly as hard as Ticketmaster for concerts, sporting events, etc.) I tucked it in my pocket, we shook hands and he said, “My wife will get a kick out of this.” Under the circumstances, I think I got a kick out of it as well.
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Dear Tiffany…
Back in “What were you thinking?!”, Tiffany felt the need to clarify a few things, but pondering alone could not provide the answers she sought. I understand she’d already tried beating her head against a door frame to shuffle some brain cells into the proper locations and reach an epiphany, but after being released from the hospital, she chose another (and hopefully better) source of information: me. If I’m lucky, I’ll satisfy some people’s quest for knowledge; if not, there could be more cracked door frames across the nation in the immediate future. Continue reading “Dear Tiffany…”
