So I was in the audience for "The Tonight Show" on Tuesday. Dana Carvey was on. High-larious. His Republican candidate impressions are spot on, and here's one of my fave jokes from the night — "It's only a matter of time before Rick Perry pulls a 'Mission Impossible' and pulls off the mask and it's [George] W."
And director Jason Reitman was on. And Jason Reitman announces that he's going to direct a live reading of "The Princess Bride" with Paul Rudd at LACMA Thursday — yes, that's tonight. (He's done previous ones of "The Breakfast Club" and "The Apartment.")
Okay. Love "The Princess Bride." Love Paul Rudd. Love the outside of LACMA and have really been wanting to go see the art inside. I was in the audience of the show before it aired (aka before a ton of other people knew about it and the $10 tickets sold out, you can get in a stand-by line starting at 6pm if you're into that). Ummm....I didn't go and buy tickets immediately after the show.
Why, you ask? Hmm... brainfart perhaps. Or loyalty maybe. Or loyalty-inspired brainfart? I'm on the list tonight to see my pal's band Nightmare & the Cat, at Hotel Cafe, and songstress Carina Round, who I have yet to see and have been wanting to. And because it's LA, you really have to choose between one or the other, especially when you're on bike...or did I have to? Couldn't I have done both?
I'll never know. But I keep telling myself that it's going to be annoyingly crowded anyway right? And Paul Rudd couldn't possibly be as nerderrific as his characters in "Clueless" and "I Love You, Man." Right? RIGHT?!?!?!?! Aw shit, you know who would do a high-larious reading of Westley? DANA CARVEY!!!!
Please keep me in your prayers during this difficult time Church Lady.
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