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February 26, 2007
I Would Like To Thank
(in no particular order):
- My accountant Danny, for saving my student ass from destitution and credit card debt for three years running (e-mail me if you are in LA area and in need of accountant -- he rocks!).
- Chowhound for its restaurant recommendations, which 1) saved me by finding a reasonably priced yet chic brunch location that I was not embarrassed to take The Boy's sister to when I met her for the very first time a couple weekends ago and 2) introduced me to The Very Best Dumplings Ever. Although, small quibble, dumpling-makers of the world: Um, could you invent some that don't leave me with dragon's breath burps for 24 hours following consumption? Thanks.
- The Boy, for generally rocking my world every day and also giving me, on a not infrequent basis, the best feeling ever: contentment.
- My friend Tiffany, who took me as her guest to the Netflix bleachers at the IFC Indpendent Spirit Awards, where I primarily took pics of the backs of celebrities' heads, but got to be in close proximity of:
The one, the only, NPH:
Ryan Gosling. Oh, HELLO. He's the HOT one in sunglasses too far away to touch. Note the girl to the left in front of me with her DVD copy of The Notebook ready to sign. She was like 17, with braces, and turned into a googly-eyed mess after he signed it and took a picture with her.
Here is another picture of Ryan, just, you know, cuz.
Zach Braff, whose Scrubs facial expressions are now an unconscious tic:
Also, EWWW, this is the top of Dennis Hopper's head and IS HE DATING (again EWW) Top Design judge Margeret Russell?? She is so mean (although I did have to agree with her that Ryan's ass should be grass at this point -- I'm sorry; he built his client a JAIL CELL covered in psychedelic circles for the last challenge). But I am not crazy, right, that is her in that white dress, right??
So. Wrong.
Luckily, this abomination in couplehood was countered by my two favorite Hollywood couples ever, Maggie & Peter and Heath & Michelle. Sadly, they moved too quickly for my lens.
And to tell you the truth, I felt a little ridiculous assuming the role of a papparazzo by the end of the day: I was exhausted, sunburned, and ready to nip into the Grey Goose sample we received in our gift bags.
Thank goodness for that.
Posted by jen at February 26, 2007 11:40 AM
Comments
SUPPOSEDLY, zach braff is a HUGE asshole.
also, ryan gosling is one of the few men that i think looks WAY better with facial hair. he is still decent looking clean shaven, but the facial hair definitely suits him best!
Posted by: Penny at February 26, 2007 11:22 PM
Wooo! NPH!
The bleachers are sponsored by different companies? And you get gift bags for showing up as a fan? Oh, LA.
Posted by: -R- at February 27, 2007 08:06 AM
That looks like so much fun! But I can see how by the end you'd be exhausted. Very cool, though!
Posted by: SpaceCase at February 27, 2007 09:18 AM
Oh my god, you've traumatized me with picturing Dennis Hopper and Margaret Russell together. I bet they have a whole dominatrix thing going on. YIKES.
You're right, Ryan should have been kicked the hell off. That bed was like a refugee camp in Willy Wonka land.
Posted by: Librarian Girl at February 27, 2007 10:28 AM
I have so much love for NPH. Suit up!
Posted by: Gwen at March 1, 2007 08:37 AM