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I am exhausted this morning, but had a generally excellent time last night at the Labyrinth Theater Company benefit. I went with fellow TORC-er Marea, whose cousin lives in my dream apartment: bats, dark velvet, silver chalices, sconces, gargoyles and candles everywhere! Like a cathedral, only witchier. If I can ever afford my own place it will so look like that!!! Even with half my head entirely numb (turns out I need to have an inlay on my tooth so now I just have a temporary filling, for which the dentist needed to numb my ear, scalp and jaw for several hours--FYI, it is surprisingly difficult to put on lip liner with half your mouth novacained, even with a mirror) the place was excellent.
There was a cocktail party downstairs--shout out here to the hat check guy who let me check things for free and the cute-and-quippy bartender--where we played Spot-the-Celebrity while sipping Hennessy-sponsored drinks. Woody Harrelson! Edward Norton! Bebe Neuwirth! Eric Bogosian! That girl! From that show! Etc.
The weirdest recognition for me was one of the people taking tickets. We kept eyeing each other and then finally both said, "I know you!" She'd changed her hair. The last time I'd seen her she'd had short, red hair, and we'd both been wearing French maid outfits with spike heels and garter belts while she spanked me over her knee with a hairbrush before we snogged. We were doing a scene from Jean Genet's The Maids S&M style. Ah, the memories! Where is that hairbrush now? :sigh:
The theater was set up with a boxing ring. The auction was totally fascinating. Apparently there are people, even women who look younger than I am, who can casually bid thousands of dollars for a date with Jimmy Smits, or a designer watch. I stared at them more than any celebrity: what's the weather like in your world? Does the money truly grow on trees?
The best items at the auction were the spots on the charade teams and Phillip Seymour Hoffman coming to your house around Christmastime to read to your children. That one was so popular he agreed to do two.
Scariest moment--when for just a second auctioneer Eric Bogosian thought I was holding up my thing to bid on something because I shifted it in my hand. This always happens to people on sitcoms--only they end up having to buy the thing. He just nicely suggested I be careful about that. I dropped it to the floor like a hot potato.
Then the main event--the team charades. Is it me, or did the first team get the way easiest clues? Charades is one of the rare games I'm almost kind of good at (relatively) and I don't know what I'd have done with half of the stuff that got thrown at them. It was very nice seeing the all-woman team kick butt. Here are some random impressions in no particular order:
**If you ever have to pick a hobbit for a charade partner, save yourself the trouble and pick Dom. He has the gift. (He also loves to jump up and down.) Particular props for his imitation of a woman giving birth for "Born to be Wild" and perfect boogie for, what else, "Boogie Nights." Elijah and Billy's team just could not get it together, I'm afraid, though.
**The Crappy Tan Jacket is beginning to remind me of Linus' security blanket. The hair...I am patient with the mohawk and the extremely ugly under-the-face beard. Young men apparently must do these things. The Eyes are more intense in real life than on film. Beard does nothing to mar perfect creamy skin. You're ethereal, Elijah. Deal with it. Embrace it and you will be free.
**Best entrance of the evening was definitely Billy Boyd (edging out even Robin Williams' jerking off his water bottle upon arrival). There is no doubt why this guy was surrounded by women and snogging by the end of the night. You could also hear every wrong answer he gave during the game--that accent is quite the standout trademark even in a huddle of yelling guys in an already loud room. Go Billeh!
**Madonna, I am happy to say, sounded plain American. I think she may have heard Elijah's "I left the country for five minutes and just can't seem to drop this weird diction" accent and decided not to compete.;-) Good for Madonna for helping this theater company, apparently for the right reasons. She's just cute as a button (if perhaps a tacky skanky one) and that's that.
**I kept expecting Edward Norton to break out into a chorus of "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown." I think it was the sneakers.
**This is a no-brainer, but Robin Williams is pretty incredible at charades. His clue for "Respect," brilliant as it was, did not come across to his team, so I will praise it here. Also his excellent reaction to not being the person to not get "The Fisher King." How weird is it to play charades when you were actually in the clues?
**Cynthia Rowley is fine making clothes, but she appears to think everything is a movie, even if it's a book. I think I should be allowed to feel briefly superior about this since nobody's bidding thousands of dollars to play ping-pong with me.
After the charades there was an after-party which was crowded and very loud. (Surprisingly, there were only a few times I had to stop myself from screaming, shoving people out of the way and running my introvert-self out the door.) On the bright side, if you're going to be squashed into a wall by somebody, Kristin Johnston is an excellent choice. For a while I was wedged in by the charaders listening to them go over their game. ("Six minutes goes by fast!" "Really? I thought it was the longest six minutes of my life...") Kind of wish I'd gotten a chance to talk to Justin Theroux--he did this interview in "Wrapped in Plastic" that was really interesting. He was right in front of my nose for a while but with all the noise and all I doubt he'd be able to follow what this total stranger was suddenly saying to him about the difference between a dream and a fantasy.
Then, frabjous day, the Jackal (not famous, just a friend of mine) arrived with her cousin C and we went outside. For a while we talked on the sidewalk. The Jackal suggested, strongly, that I phone call her friend and pretend to be Jeanine Garafolo which I did. I am not pleased with my performance. I think I could have been a better Jeanine with more preparation. Anyway, the Jackal has met the hobbits a few times, and they were also hanging around outside and at the bar next door, so she introduced Elijah to C. (Btw, in describing Elijah Wood's eyes in the dark the word "headlights" comes to mind. His eyes are big, is what I'm saying.)
Then we skipped the after-after-party (these extroverts just never stop, I tell you) and headed over to the Union Square Cafe where we hung out until far too late talking about family ghost stories and family reunions. Not my family, of course. Jackal's and C's, but I am totally up on the lore. This morning I could barely peel my eyes open when my alarm went off. Unfortunately I have to work tonight. This will not be pretty.
Also, because it's fun,
The books meme gacked from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
westmoon
Her books:
J.R.R. Tolkien
William Shakespeare
Frank Herbert
P.G. Wodehouse
Isaac Asimov
Guy Gavriel Kay
Edgar Allan Poe
Mary Wesley
Dorothy Dunnett
Lois McMaster Bujold
My books:
J.R.R.Tolkien
William Shakespeare
Diana Wynne Jones
Charles Dickens
Saki
Marcel Proust
Edgar Allan Poe
Susan Cooper
Shirley Jackson
Jane Austen
It's hard to keep it at just 10!
I think I may be crawling under the desk at lunch. Or maybe now would be niiiiiccceee....
*thunk*
There was a cocktail party downstairs--shout out here to the hat check guy who let me check things for free and the cute-and-quippy bartender--where we played Spot-the-Celebrity while sipping Hennessy-sponsored drinks. Woody Harrelson! Edward Norton! Bebe Neuwirth! Eric Bogosian! That girl! From that show! Etc.
The weirdest recognition for me was one of the people taking tickets. We kept eyeing each other and then finally both said, "I know you!" She'd changed her hair. The last time I'd seen her she'd had short, red hair, and we'd both been wearing French maid outfits with spike heels and garter belts while she spanked me over her knee with a hairbrush before we snogged. We were doing a scene from Jean Genet's The Maids S&M style. Ah, the memories! Where is that hairbrush now? :sigh:
The theater was set up with a boxing ring. The auction was totally fascinating. Apparently there are people, even women who look younger than I am, who can casually bid thousands of dollars for a date with Jimmy Smits, or a designer watch. I stared at them more than any celebrity: what's the weather like in your world? Does the money truly grow on trees?
The best items at the auction were the spots on the charade teams and Phillip Seymour Hoffman coming to your house around Christmastime to read to your children. That one was so popular he agreed to do two.
Scariest moment--when for just a second auctioneer Eric Bogosian thought I was holding up my thing to bid on something because I shifted it in my hand. This always happens to people on sitcoms--only they end up having to buy the thing. He just nicely suggested I be careful about that. I dropped it to the floor like a hot potato.
Then the main event--the team charades. Is it me, or did the first team get the way easiest clues? Charades is one of the rare games I'm almost kind of good at (relatively) and I don't know what I'd have done with half of the stuff that got thrown at them. It was very nice seeing the all-woman team kick butt. Here are some random impressions in no particular order:
**If you ever have to pick a hobbit for a charade partner, save yourself the trouble and pick Dom. He has the gift. (He also loves to jump up and down.) Particular props for his imitation of a woman giving birth for "Born to be Wild" and perfect boogie for, what else, "Boogie Nights." Elijah and Billy's team just could not get it together, I'm afraid, though.
**The Crappy Tan Jacket is beginning to remind me of Linus' security blanket. The hair...I am patient with the mohawk and the extremely ugly under-the-face beard. Young men apparently must do these things. The Eyes are more intense in real life than on film. Beard does nothing to mar perfect creamy skin. You're ethereal, Elijah. Deal with it. Embrace it and you will be free.
**Best entrance of the evening was definitely Billy Boyd (edging out even Robin Williams' jerking off his water bottle upon arrival). There is no doubt why this guy was surrounded by women and snogging by the end of the night. You could also hear every wrong answer he gave during the game--that accent is quite the standout trademark even in a huddle of yelling guys in an already loud room. Go Billeh!
**Madonna, I am happy to say, sounded plain American. I think she may have heard Elijah's "I left the country for five minutes and just can't seem to drop this weird diction" accent and decided not to compete.;-) Good for Madonna for helping this theater company, apparently for the right reasons. She's just cute as a button (if perhaps a tacky skanky one) and that's that.
**I kept expecting Edward Norton to break out into a chorus of "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown." I think it was the sneakers.
**This is a no-brainer, but Robin Williams is pretty incredible at charades. His clue for "Respect," brilliant as it was, did not come across to his team, so I will praise it here. Also his excellent reaction to not being the person to not get "The Fisher King." How weird is it to play charades when you were actually in the clues?
**Cynthia Rowley is fine making clothes, but she appears to think everything is a movie, even if it's a book. I think I should be allowed to feel briefly superior about this since nobody's bidding thousands of dollars to play ping-pong with me.
After the charades there was an after-party which was crowded and very loud. (Surprisingly, there were only a few times I had to stop myself from screaming, shoving people out of the way and running my introvert-self out the door.) On the bright side, if you're going to be squashed into a wall by somebody, Kristin Johnston is an excellent choice. For a while I was wedged in by the charaders listening to them go over their game. ("Six minutes goes by fast!" "Really? I thought it was the longest six minutes of my life...") Kind of wish I'd gotten a chance to talk to Justin Theroux--he did this interview in "Wrapped in Plastic" that was really interesting. He was right in front of my nose for a while but with all the noise and all I doubt he'd be able to follow what this total stranger was suddenly saying to him about the difference between a dream and a fantasy.
Then, frabjous day, the Jackal (not famous, just a friend of mine) arrived with her cousin C and we went outside. For a while we talked on the sidewalk. The Jackal suggested, strongly, that I phone call her friend and pretend to be Jeanine Garafolo which I did. I am not pleased with my performance. I think I could have been a better Jeanine with more preparation. Anyway, the Jackal has met the hobbits a few times, and they were also hanging around outside and at the bar next door, so she introduced Elijah to C. (Btw, in describing Elijah Wood's eyes in the dark the word "headlights" comes to mind. His eyes are big, is what I'm saying.)
Then we skipped the after-after-party (these extroverts just never stop, I tell you) and headed over to the Union Square Cafe where we hung out until far too late talking about family ghost stories and family reunions. Not my family, of course. Jackal's and C's, but I am totally up on the lore. This morning I could barely peel my eyes open when my alarm went off. Unfortunately I have to work tonight. This will not be pretty.
Also, because it's fun,
The books meme gacked from
westmoonHer books:
J.R.R. Tolkien
William Shakespeare
Edgar Allan Poe
My books:
J.R.R.Tolkien
William Shakespeare
Diana Wynne Jones
Charles Dickens
Saki
Marcel Proust
Edgar Allan Poe
Susan Cooper
Shirley Jackson
Jane Austen
It's hard to keep it at just 10!
I think I may be crawling under the desk at lunch. Or maybe now would be niiiiiccceee....
*thunk*
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Thank god for LJ, so I can live vicariously through other people's adventures.
*jealous little sigh*
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And you know, Elijah can wear his hair (and...um..."beard") any damn way he wants. Yes, he can. Because he is just a Bee-yoo-ti-ful boy.
*grin*
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I think all 20ish boys go through this phase. My son has those "chin pubes" too and last year he dyed his hair bright yellow ...
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And you did! And so did Marea!
Sounds brilliant :)
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Dude. If I had been there, there would have been a woman on top too.
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It was difficult not to be, believe me. Definitely something straight out of a hobbit porn.
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Damn. There goes ANOTHER cup of coffee all over the keyboard.
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Maybe we could just wear our tin hats next time. ;) But seriously, if you ever want to meet for drinks or coffee, it would be fun, assuming you're in the area. :)
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And lovely, of course.