Lobsterita

So my friend Bob's book finally came out. 101 Improv Games For Children and Adults. Its a very big, very cool deal, and its got tons of pictures of people I perform improv with. For those of you who aren't hip to the Utah improv scene, Bob Bedore is one of the founding peoples of our entire improv community. And now he has a book about it, available everywhere, which is cool. So as I was saying, we've all been looking at the book, finding who has their pictures in it where doing what. I have, I have learned, one picture. One very, very sad picture.
Here's how it happened. Saturday night, hanging out. Looking through the book. I had flipped through it casually, hum dee dum, nope, don't see me but I wasn't there the day they took those pictures, and then had gone off to get another diet coke. I then heard someone over my shoulder say "Oh, here's a picture of Linden!"
"Where?" I squeaked and came running, expecting some cool shot of me playing a game, expressing an emotion, whatever. What do I get? What can I proudly show my friends and family as my first appearance in published literature as a practitioner of improv comedy?

Its my butt. The book contains a picture of my butt. Center stage, back to the camera, as some improv scene is happening. Everyone else is doing some short form game and no doubt looking funny and improvisational, and I'm modelling the backside of my jeans. So there you have it. Page 158. My butt.

*sigh* At least they were my good jeans.

I feel like my life needs something. Something to provide a sense of security. Peace. Community. Zen. Something cool but comfy. Naturally, I first thought of getting a really RAD tattoo. Then I jumped to the next most logical thing, the solution so simple its obvious:

I decided I need a teapot and teacups. A tea set, if you will. I don't really drink that much tea, but I'm sure gonna start. You think I haven't thought this through, that this is another wacky Lobsterita impulse buy. Pshaw. I've done the (simple) math, and I've realized that most tea sets come with four cups, and I have three roommates. That adds up to tea FUN, people. When I'm back home from a stressful day, I can brew a pot just for myself, and watch my troubles melt away like fluffy clouds. But where am I to find this set of the tea? Lucky for me (and all the people soon to be enjoying my tea!) the good gentles over at Pier One Imports understand the crucial need society has for stylish tea sets, so as soon as I get my first paycheck (I got the job, by the by) a teapot, set of four cups, and clever tea tray will all be mine. I will rush to the grocery store to purchase many varieties of tea. I will then drink this tea in a social manner with my roommates, or assorted other friends, or by myself. Its foolproof. Hooray for tea!

So once upon a time I used to have this idea. I used to have this idea that I loved round buildings, things built on a circular theme, a la modern art. Or possibly Hobbit-homes in the Shire. Like that I wanted to live in them. NO LONGER. The Westin Bonaventure in downtown Los Angeles, site of my recent IMTA convention, has cured me forever of my ridiculous obession with round buildings. The whole place is very modern-looking, with a main central tower and four circular towers surrounding it with rooms in them. 35 floors, five towers. All convention events took place on one of five floors. I was there for a week. And yet I somehow managed to get completely lost at least twice a day. Just imagine me, in my asstastic model jeans and dressy heels (my feet still hate me) tottering around in circles, frantically searching for A) the California ballroom, B) the on-site souvenir and snack shops, or C) Subway. As in sandwiches, not transportation. Somehow the fact I had to round corners instead of turning at 90 degree angles threw me off completely, leading to many, many, trips up and down escalators, trying to figure out where I was. And where those damn Subway sandwiches were.

Great trip, though. Met many agents and many cute guys. Met several agents who were, in fact also cute guys (v. definite plus!) Got to walk the runway, which was surreal and awesome. Flew both ways on an airline which features little televisions in the backs of the seats that play many cable channels. This is cool for so many reasons. This airline is called JetBlue, a fact I kept forgetting. So I kept getting very odd looks when I would try to find the terminal for SkyyBlue airlines, which is in fact an alcoholic beverage. I had a Black Forest iced coffee at Coffee Bean, which is one billion times better than Starbucks. I bought clothing at Macy's. I wore M.A.C. makeup which is apparently not just quality makeup, but also possesses magical properties. It made me hot. Go, M.A.C., go.

If only they could have put something in that magical makeup to help me find Subway.

Back in a Fewsy....



I have no time to make this clever or funny. I must go and pack frantically tonight because I have to leave for Los Angeles Sunday morning bright and early. Plus my play is heading into final-dress-rehearsal-land, a place where the locals live and breathe stress and you can't keep your dialogue straight but at least your costumes look wonderful. I swears to return on the whatevers of January with all the dirty details of my acting competitions, the people I met, and how many agents I didn't even get a chance to talk to. Until then,

Yours with Lurv,

Lindens!

P.S. Also, Happy New Year. Kudos to everyone I know who put together KICKASS parties for me to attend and made things for me to drink, and more importantly, to those who where there to spend time with me. You guys are radly. Yes, you. You know who you are.