Were You There The Night Wallach 7A Collapsed?
Kindred,
What follows occurred on Friday, September 16th:
(Part I)
Alison, Vishal, Mike, and I (Viper, Indiana, Caveman, and McFly that is) attended a taping of Late Night with Conan O'Brien. We played twenty questions while we waited for the show to start. Alison displayed surprising talent, Vishal displayed surprising incompetence at not wasting questions, and I displayed my bare bottom for the world to see.
The guests?
Lara Flynn Boyle (awkwardest interview EVER)
Some guy from the Sopranos (saved the interview portion)
THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS (obviously amazing)
Then after Conan said goodbye to the audience, he crossed the set looking really mad and exhausted BUT THEN his face lit up because his wife and daughter were at the stage door! It was beautiful. He let everybody in the audience wave to the baby, and you know what that means - I, Becky, have waved to Neve O'Brien and received a cocktail napkin written on by Paul Rudd in a period of about 15 hours.
(Part II)
The most successful wet party thrown in the LLC.
I made the unfortunate decision to follow a tequila sunrise with two screwdrivers within the first forty-five minutes of the party, so I don't remember a lot of what happened. I do remember having a suite full of amazing partyguests, though. And I remember popping jiffy pop with Carly Hoogendyk. And I think I told Ashby and some other guy to blow their cigar smoke out the window. And also I might have gotten some guy pregnant.
The RA broke everything up at about midnight, and after I threw away all the cups, I went to the Abbey on 105th (how I walked ten blocks I'll never know). Then I immediately walked back with Addison and Philippa. Over the course of the rest of the night, some other things happened that resulted in me walking laps around the Van Am quad for a few hours, until I was good enough to go back to my room, throw up, and fall asleep.
What a birthday extravaganza week!
Extravagant Recap:
Saturday - (birthday week kick-off) went to MoMA with Alison to see the Pissarro/Cezanne exhibit
Sunday - auditioned for Fruit Paunch
Monday - Ali came up from Lincoln Center to celebrate my birthday-eve. We ate Amir's and my breath smelled like eight jars of minced garlic for the rest of my life. Then Alison and I drank a lot at the stroke of midnight.
Tuesday - (actual birthday) Don and Chris and Vishal and Mike made me dinner, which we ate with Alison in Schapiro 5 lounge
Wednesday - Callbacks for Fruit Paunch, initiation into Fruit Paunch
Thursday - crazy pregaming at Philippa's, crazy 1020ing at 1020
Friday - Conan O'Brien, then the party to end all parties
Oddly enough, I didn't have any cake...oh wait yes I did. Alison bought me a mini pound cake from the vending machine downstairs when we were celebrating the first minute of my twenties. And ALSO I bought myself a cupcake from 212 on Tuesday. I bought myself a 212 cupcake on my birthday last year, too - so I guess it's a tradition now. WhatEVER tradition.
When the hell am I supposed to do homework this weekend?
What follows occurred on Friday, September 16th:
(Part I)
Alison, Vishal, Mike, and I (Viper, Indiana, Caveman, and McFly that is) attended a taping of Late Night with Conan O'Brien. We played twenty questions while we waited for the show to start. Alison displayed surprising talent, Vishal displayed surprising incompetence at not wasting questions, and I displayed my bare bottom for the world to see.
The guests?
Lara Flynn Boyle (awkwardest interview EVER)
Some guy from the Sopranos (saved the interview portion)
THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS (obviously amazing)
Then after Conan said goodbye to the audience, he crossed the set looking really mad and exhausted BUT THEN his face lit up because his wife and daughter were at the stage door! It was beautiful. He let everybody in the audience wave to the baby, and you know what that means - I, Becky, have waved to Neve O'Brien and received a cocktail napkin written on by Paul Rudd in a period of about 15 hours.
(Part II)
The most successful wet party thrown in the LLC.
I made the unfortunate decision to follow a tequila sunrise with two screwdrivers within the first forty-five minutes of the party, so I don't remember a lot of what happened. I do remember having a suite full of amazing partyguests, though. And I remember popping jiffy pop with Carly Hoogendyk. And I think I told Ashby and some other guy to blow their cigar smoke out the window. And also I might have gotten some guy pregnant.
The RA broke everything up at about midnight, and after I threw away all the cups, I went to the Abbey on 105th (how I walked ten blocks I'll never know). Then I immediately walked back with Addison and Philippa. Over the course of the rest of the night, some other things happened that resulted in me walking laps around the Van Am quad for a few hours, until I was good enough to go back to my room, throw up, and fall asleep.
What a birthday extravaganza week!
Extravagant Recap:
Saturday - (birthday week kick-off) went to MoMA with Alison to see the Pissarro/Cezanne exhibit
Sunday - auditioned for Fruit Paunch
Monday - Ali came up from Lincoln Center to celebrate my birthday-eve. We ate Amir's and my breath smelled like eight jars of minced garlic for the rest of my life. Then Alison and I drank a lot at the stroke of midnight.
Tuesday - (actual birthday) Don and Chris and Vishal and Mike made me dinner, which we ate with Alison in Schapiro 5 lounge
Wednesday - Callbacks for Fruit Paunch, initiation into Fruit Paunch
Thursday - crazy pregaming at Philippa's, crazy 1020ing at 1020
Friday - Conan O'Brien, then the party to end all parties
Oddly enough, I didn't have any cake...oh wait yes I did. Alison bought me a mini pound cake from the vending machine downstairs when we were celebrating the first minute of my twenties. And ALSO I bought myself a cupcake from 212 on Tuesday. I bought myself a 212 cupcake on my birthday last year, too - so I guess it's a tradition now. WhatEVER tradition.
When the hell am I supposed to do homework this weekend?
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