i didn't blog yesterday because...well...

I had my headshots yesterday. My face is fat. I'm over it. 

So me and my new friends were bored and I had this awesome idea to go to a bar at 3pm. They all agreed and we headed out into the wilderness. We didn't know where the bar was so Mamba (he's from Africa) tried to ask a lady...she ignored him real good. Then he asked this girl who looked like she was 12 though she probably wasn't. She pointed us in some random direction and next thing you know I was on my second Long Island. 

It was great though because we weren't acting like fools. We were having intelligent conversations about acting and the world and people. We connected. Someone would mention something that other people had thought they were weird for and someone else would say "I DO THAT TOO!" We then decided to head to Washington Heights which I don't really remember, then we ended up in Chevy's on 42nd. 

"I'll pimp her so we can go to Louis Vuitton" Mamba said about some older woman whose face was a victim of plastic surgery. 

Then Mamba went his way and Stefanie, Jasmine and I stumbled our way back to Brooklyn Heights. Don't worry we were highly entertained by the crazy man in the subway who was screaming in some man's face. He was all sorts of crazy and when the man and his girlfriend got up to move (they sat next to me. YES.) the guy followed them and called him names that I didn't like and told him to tell his girl to "come over and give me a lewinsky." There were children in our car (yes at 1am...not sure why). The bad ass MTA guy had the train stop and asked the man to leave, he walked back on the opposite side and spit on the guy he had been yelling at. The man started yelling back (which was a dumb idea in my opinion) and I tried very hard not to laugh. Then I eventually got home and fell asleep at 5am. 

That's why I didn't blog yesterday.

As for today, we went to Serendipity. We were told there was a 45 minute wait....this ensued:

Host: Cinderella? Cinderella's party? 

(walks over to Jasmine)

Host: You look like a Cinderella.

(Jasmine makes a funny face)

Me: She's not but you could seat us if you want.

Host: What's your name?

Me: Melissa

*walks over to the desk*

Host: Give me the party of three.

And then we were seated. We proceeded to stuff our faces with food and dessert. Then walked our bloated selves home to watch "No Country For Old Men" which is NOTHING compared to "There Will Be Blood."

*puts down bowling pin*

I'm finished. 

Get it?