Planets conspire for lucky day
According to my Astrology Zone September horoscope, this is supposed to be a spectacular month for me, with my luckiest day being today, Tuesday, September 21, 2004. I found this slightly hard to believe as I have close to no time to put myself in a position to allow whatever lucky things which are supposed to happen, happen. I have to volunteer after work tonight and unless Jude Law wants to come in and adopt a couple kittens (and I am one of them), I was very skeptical after reading this. However, the cosmic forces (which apparently are much more powerful than "The Force") are doing their damnedest to make some of what they want to happen occur, even if not today.
"You'll probably be on tv" Tuesday was one such prediction that the planets had to juggle and move up to Friday. Last Friday, I went to two tapings of Premium Blend hosted by Jamie Kennedy at John Jay College after work. And what do you know? They seat me and my three friends on the front row for the second taping and the cameras are all over us! Of course, I wont be seen until it aires in October--so look out for me!
The first taping opened with what appeared to be a 6'4 blonde Dan Allen, a comedian the show *claims* hails from Daytona Beach, but once a Texan, always a Texan. You can spot them a mile away! Tall people, not Texans. He ran through a very good opening set and I was enthralled, or at least I have a crush on him. He's easy on the eyes and has a very irreverent sense of humor. I don't think I ask too much except for someone a little un-PC and attractive, right? Unfortunately, rather than stalking him like Margaret Mary Ray, I needed to head home to prepare for my brother's weekend visit. Nik tried to get me to go out to dinner with him and Jenny, but I wanted to be the responsible good host, so I headed home. This is where the irksome part of my evening comes along. As I am packing stuff up in my house, washing dishes, I get a message from Nik: "Hey Alice, this is Nik. So, Jenny and I just finished dinner and we walked down the street to this bar not far from John Jay College, and guess who just walked in? That's right, a rather tall, blonde Texan comedian. Too bad you had to go home instead of having dinner with us. Have fun with your brother. *Click!*" Awwwww, gee. Thanks Nik! Go f@ck yourself! :D Apparently, Nik dared Jenny to get Dan's phone number and she did and offered to sell it to me. Thanks, but I'm not THAT desperate. So... in the miniscule possibility that Dan likes to Google himself and my blog registers this entry, hey, e-mail me! Let's go disco bowling or... pelt small children with walnuts in full view of their disgruntled illegal immigrant nannies. I'd settle for a glass of tap water with a twist of lime at this point. Unless the lime is too much. I'm not a vegan! I eat red meat! I know, it isn't like I can't drop him a comment at his blog, but those people are creepy. I don't want to be creepy. I already am, aren't I? You know, my friends could help me out here!
The weekend was mostly uneventful and Monday opens with an IADWorld Party at the Gramercy Park Hotel High Bar. Advertising people. You've never seen so many alcoholics fallen off the wagon, scrambling for free drinks. You'd think they were handing out ground-to-air missiles to al Qaeda operatives. After 20 minutes waiting for a glass of champagne, I stroll around the wrap around terrace where it is a men's ad for Club Monaco--three men wearing the exact same shirt from Club Monaco which I saw there when I went shopping this Saturday. I shimmied into the elevator with Shenan where she was ogled by advertising executives as we descended to the lobby. We head to her office to pick up her computer, chat with her new upstairs design distributor neighbor, Phil, and then head to Park Avenue to catch a cab uptown. Nothing spectacular. But, as we are waiting for a cab to cross the intersection and I am examining the pathetic state of my boots, I spot Holy Christmas Fruitcake! $40 sitting in the gutter with a Metrocard. Okay, not exactly King Solomon's Mines but it is 12:02AM on Tuesday and perhaps this is the start of my very good day. Or maybe this is karma returning the $60 I mislaid one time. Whatever, I think the planets are doing their thing or, maybe it is chance... isn't that what astrology is anyways? Chance? A huge asteroid could collide with Mars and then my horoscope will be all discombobulated. Think good thoughts! Good thoughts! Not asteroids colliding into speculated former life sustaining planets, good thoughts!
"You'll probably be on tv" Tuesday was one such prediction that the planets had to juggle and move up to Friday. Last Friday, I went to two tapings of Premium Blend hosted by Jamie Kennedy at John Jay College after work. And what do you know? They seat me and my three friends on the front row for the second taping and the cameras are all over us! Of course, I wont be seen until it aires in October--so look out for me!
The first taping opened with what appeared to be a 6'4 blonde Dan Allen, a comedian the show *claims* hails from Daytona Beach, but once a Texan, always a Texan. You can spot them a mile away! Tall people, not Texans. He ran through a very good opening set and I was enthralled, or at least I have a crush on him. He's easy on the eyes and has a very irreverent sense of humor. I don't think I ask too much except for someone a little un-PC and attractive, right? Unfortunately, rather than stalking him like Margaret Mary Ray, I needed to head home to prepare for my brother's weekend visit. Nik tried to get me to go out to dinner with him and Jenny, but I wanted to be the responsible good host, so I headed home. This is where the irksome part of my evening comes along. As I am packing stuff up in my house, washing dishes, I get a message from Nik: "Hey Alice, this is Nik. So, Jenny and I just finished dinner and we walked down the street to this bar not far from John Jay College, and guess who just walked in? That's right, a rather tall, blonde Texan comedian. Too bad you had to go home instead of having dinner with us. Have fun with your brother. *Click!*" Awwwww, gee. Thanks Nik! Go f@ck yourself! :D Apparently, Nik dared Jenny to get Dan's phone number and she did and offered to sell it to me. Thanks, but I'm not THAT desperate. So... in the miniscule possibility that Dan likes to Google himself and my blog registers this entry, hey, e-mail me! Let's go disco bowling or... pelt small children with walnuts in full view of their disgruntled illegal immigrant nannies. I'd settle for a glass of tap water with a twist of lime at this point. Unless the lime is too much. I'm not a vegan! I eat red meat! I know, it isn't like I can't drop him a comment at his blog, but those people are creepy. I don't want to be creepy. I already am, aren't I? You know, my friends could help me out here!
The weekend was mostly uneventful and Monday opens with an IADWorld Party at the Gramercy Park Hotel High Bar. Advertising people. You've never seen so many alcoholics fallen off the wagon, scrambling for free drinks. You'd think they were handing out ground-to-air missiles to al Qaeda operatives. After 20 minutes waiting for a glass of champagne, I stroll around the wrap around terrace where it is a men's ad for Club Monaco--three men wearing the exact same shirt from Club Monaco which I saw there when I went shopping this Saturday. I shimmied into the elevator with Shenan where she was ogled by advertising executives as we descended to the lobby. We head to her office to pick up her computer, chat with her new upstairs design distributor neighbor, Phil, and then head to Park Avenue to catch a cab uptown. Nothing spectacular. But, as we are waiting for a cab to cross the intersection and I am examining the pathetic state of my boots, I spot Holy Christmas Fruitcake! $40 sitting in the gutter with a Metrocard. Okay, not exactly King Solomon's Mines but it is 12:02AM on Tuesday and perhaps this is the start of my very good day. Or maybe this is karma returning the $60 I mislaid one time. Whatever, I think the planets are doing their thing or, maybe it is chance... isn't that what astrology is anyways? Chance? A huge asteroid could collide with Mars and then my horoscope will be all discombobulated. Think good thoughts! Good thoughts! Not asteroids colliding into speculated former life sustaining planets, good thoughts!
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