10 posts tagged “ryan”
So, I just got back to LA from a weekend in Boston. I miss it already.
I'll post pictures and maybe a video soon, but here's a couple things I want to say:
1) The Hello...Shovelhead! show this weekend was amazing. My friends are very talented and I was a part of something extremely special. There's no way that I'd be doing what I do if it wasn't for that experience and the people I shared it with.
2) My mom's store is awesome. If you live in Massachusetts, go check out her store in Needham or any of the other locations (I'm also partial to the Newbury St. one-- great designer deals.)
3) One of my all time greatest friends and my (most frequent) Shovelhead writing partner Ryan is moving out to LA soon. I'm blogging this because when I blog things, they become fact.
4) Today is my fake boyfriend Ed's birthday... I made him this to celebrate:
Ryan,
I meant to make you a mix CD of songs I would like to recommend for the show CD, so I'm posting all the songs I'd think you like here.
Please use one of them, but that's all I'll hold you to.
Love,
Auntie Molls
Here's our new jam:
Tonight Kendall and I took Ryan to the airport. It was a pretty perfect visit-- the recaps and pictures will all be coming soon, but my camera is dead and chock full of photos, so that'll have to happen later.
After the airport we went to a Rockband party where everyone was playing that video game Rockband, natch. I've never played and I SUUUUCKKKEED, but it was still one of the funnest games I've ever played and definitely the most fun to watch other people play. I have to say I killed the vocals on "Roxanne" ("killed" as in I fucking beasted them. I owned them. I was so good I broke the X Box and now I am never welcome back to that house again).
When I got home I made Wagandstuff practice his scary faces/smiles in the Photobooth with me.
Then I took a bunch of flu medicine despite the tummy full of beer and barfed salmon in my bathroom sink and passed out.
Basically, lots of awesome.
"The secret ingredient is liking pussy"
-- Ryan, watching Ellen make ravioli on TV
Kendall picked up Ryan at the airport after she got out of work and they are on their way to my place now. We're going to go get crunk together. I will probs have some insane pictures/stories tomorrow.
Tomorrow night one of my all time besties, Ryan will be coming to Los Angeles for four days to visit me and hang out in the sunshine. Ryan and I were in Shovelhead together and we both shared a greater passion for writing sketches than going to class, so we pretty much clicked immediately and never stopped writing funnies together. I would estimate I spent about 70 hours a week with Ryan in college. Pretty awesome.
I think I'll just make it my goal to make sure that we're crunk every night and that we fall asleep laughing our faces off.
Kevin is Fred, Ania is Velma, Griff is Shaggy and Jim is Scoobs. I was the only person in the group who fit into the Scooby costume as-is. Ania probably would have fit too, she's just a little thing. I still have my Daphne costume and almost wore it on Halloween this year. The skirt was so short that I'm pretty sure my face was red the entire time I was on stage.
Two years ago I went to visit my college writing partner Ryan in Tenafly, NJ for a long weekend. We smoked pot with his friends from high school, ran around New York, and ate these cookies his grandma makes in his basement. They are called "melting memories" or something. Every time he'd say the name, I'd crack up and shove more cookies in my mouth. His parents were nervous about us sharing a bedroom (LOLzzzz), so he slept in the basement and I took his bed. He had free AOL CDs taped all over the inside of his bedroom closet and his parents had a cross hanging in their room. Also, his mom has a sign above their back door that says "Back door guests are the best guests". I probably made a few jokes about his mother being an anal whore, which she is not. Actually, she's a very nice lady. It was a fun weekend.
Yes, I used to be blond.
I no longer give in to the munchies ever. They are simply a mind trick, and if you give in you will end up like Carnie Wilson, I swear to you. I read an article with her in which she laid out that the only reason she used to be completely obese was because she used to get blazed and eat her face off. That pretty much kept my hand out of the Cheeze-It box. If guilt doesn't get you, vanity will.
