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In the spirit of Halloween…
This is my future child. Yes/yes?
“Do more than just exist.”
Okay, we are going to try this again. As per usual, tumblr deleted my post after I had it completely finished.
It’s been a Hollywood sort of week and the adventures show no sign of stopping. Thursday brought George Clooney into my life, Friday I was on television more times than ever before, Sunday was the NFL and this Thursday we head to another television show taping.
Every year Wembley Stadium hosts the NFL International Series, so two NFL teams play one game in London. Tom’s dad got him two tickets as a going away present (his favourite team is the Tampa Bay Buccaneers) and Jordan’s mom surprised her with two tickets (she’s from Tampa). Our seats were in different sections (Kathryn and Jordan sat together and Tom and I sat together) but we kept up with one another via text.
Tom and I had seats in the “Wembley Club”. That gave us a few extra perks, but we’re still unsure as to what they were. Better seats and fancier restaurants, we think. Either way, we sounded awesome.
I have to admit, I am NOT a fan of American football. I don’t understand the game and I’m certain I lose hundreds of brain cells watching grown men throw themselves at each other. However, I had a great time. Perhaps because we were seated around some real gems so the people watching was endless.
I won’t bore you with the minor details, but some highlights to keep you on the edge of your seat:
1. There was a squirrel on the field
2. They keep the stadium immaculate. The guy across from us spilled his beer and in less than one minute, there was a mop on hand. Impressive.
3. We had a streaker. It was awesome. He ran onto the field and promptly stripped from the waist up. He managed to run around collecting high fives from the players for a good two minutes before anyone from security made a move. He dodged two guards and the entire crowd cheered him on as he headed for the end zone, where he was tackled to the ground.
4. Perhaps the most important highlight of the night was the fact that THE GOO GOO DOLLS WERE THE PRE-GAME SHOW. I don’t know how many of you know this, but I have an astounding love for them. It’s not Clooney big, but it’s big. That unexpected surprise was enough to make sitting through the whole game worth it.
There, I’ve done the work for you.
That is the skit that Kathryn participated in.
"Everybody dies, but not everybody lives."
It’s been a Hollywood sort of weekend and I’m totally okay with that. Last night, Kathryn, Tom, Jordan and I went to BBC Studios in Shepherds Bush to see the taping of a new show called “Trust Us With Your Life”. It was created by the same guys who created “Whose Line is it Anyway?” so the premise was very similar.
Each week, a celebrity guest appears on the show and recounts various stages of his or her life to the host, Fred Willard. After each story, the four comedians present must reenact the events using their improvisation skills.
Our celebrity guest for the night was Jerry Springer and the comedians were Wayne Bradey, Colin Mochrey, Brad Sherwood (all of “Whose Line” fame) and Jonathan…Something or other. Hilarity ensued.
Because the show is airing in America (we all had to pretend that we were in a studio in Los Angeles), we got special treatment for being Americans. We got priority seating and my friend Kathryn got picked to go on stage and participant in a skit called “sound effects”. Do yourself a favor and go to youtube and search “whose line sound effects”. You won’t be disappointed. I have never laughed so hard in my life. It’s way funnier when someone you know participates.
“It is your duty to find something beautiful in life.”
I just wrote an entire blog about the fact that I met George Clooney tonight. Tumblr deleted it. I cannot be bothered to re-write it.
So, take a look at the pictures I’ve posted and reflect on the fact that I met George Clooney tonight. There are no other words, maybe tumblr felt the same way.
For those of you who are wondering- he is funny, he is charming, he is patient and he is very sweet. He asked Kathryn and I if we were keeping warm and when I thanked him for the autograph, he said, “Oh, well, you are so very welcome.”
And because I know you’re all dying to know. He’s handsome in print. He’s GORGEOUS in person.
One more thing: yes, I did take those pictures myself. No, they are not zoomed in.
You have to do stuff that average people don’t understand because those are the only good things.
Fanny-pack wearers of the world unite.
Last night was roller disco…minus the actual roller disco part. We got all dolled up (I in my neon purple tights, Bayside Tigers t-shirt, and jean jacket) to head to South London for a night of roller skating and 80’s fun. That was until we got to the venue and found out the wait to get inside was one hour. And then another hour-long wait inside before we could even get onto the rink. So, needless to say, we spent about two hours travelling around London looking like we had just escaped Doctor Brown’s time machine (Back to the Future reference, anyone?) and had no roller disco bumps and bruises to show for it.
Friday night we didn’t manage to travel back in time, but we did manage to head back to the States for a bit. We went to Roadhouse, an American-style diner/club/bar. It was AWESOME. We managed to meet an entire (semi-professional) men’s football team, who was eager to show three American girls a great time.
We spent most of the night saying random words for them, as they like the way they sounded in our accents. After the novelty of that wore off, Jordan headed home and Kathryn and I hit the dance floor. We ditched our plan to catch the tube home (basically, at midnight, the tube turns into a pumpkin and is no longer a method of transportation. Quite an early time to head home on the weekend.) and stayed until 1 am. Several times throughout the night, Kathryn and I were two girls surrounded by 15 (quite attractive) British football players. I could do nothing but laugh and give her the “I can’t believe this our life right now” stare.
It’s moments like this that remind me why I love this city.
I’ve got to take a minute to get away from talking about London and talk about the man who threw a hot dog at Tiger Woods.
I read an article earlier this morning and there was a quote from said man that explained exactly why he thought this would be a great idea:
“I threw the hot dog toward Tiger Woods because I was inspired by the movie Drive,” Kelly said. “As soon as the movie ended, I thought to myself, ‘I have to do something courageous and epic. I have to throw a hot dog on the green in front of Tiger.’”The video of the incident, which made the rounds online, shows a man throwing a hot dog onto the green and then lying on the ground as security rushes out to him.
Read more at ONTD:http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/?skip=150#ixzz1akrqOKYX
This is ridiculous- I love absurd people. I can’t even…
In other news, go see “Drive”. What a phenomenal film.