My Recap of the 2015 Golden Globes’ Festivities, Sort Of:
- So here’s today. First, an overuse of the word “So.”
- Went “jogging”/running/hiking/walking” in the Arroyo due to too many cupcakes from freaking @BryanMMoore’s green room smorgasborg for the #Access @AccessHollywood #GoldenGlobes coverage at NBC.
- Was talking in hashtags all night, so have decided to continue throughout the day.
- After hashtagging it and catching up with BFF @CindyWMorrison, decided to come home and have wine, Ben & Jerry’s, Terra Chips and write out blog calendar ideas. (????)
- Could not sleep at all (perhaps cappuccino along the way was somehow not really decaf? Don’t remember having any cappuccino, but who’s counting.)
- Ran into @AlexBorstein (Funniest Woman Ever) and offered my @JCrew necklace (stillllll riding the hashtag, Twitter symbol deal until you just stop reading eventually). She seemed mildly interested in it, although were leaning towards something “real.” This Mama ain’t got no real necklace diamantes, so she got the @JCrew or could supply required diamantes, solo.
- Back to hike: Was very sluggish/tired, due to too much wine and cupcakes so had to (begrudgingly) hike. Because of aforementioned sluggishness, needed Laura Branigan’s, Gloria. (Listened to it a total of 16 times, including drive time.) Now hate song. (Typo intentional.)
- Got home. Repeatedly thought lost gloves. (Had not.)
- For some reason, remembered weird dreams (although really couldn’t sleep due to not-decaf-unremembered cappuccino and two snoring children sleeping next to said #socialmedia expert). Dreams included encountering no less than 4 very large snakes, one of them labeled (with a Sharpie, natch, was clearly signing too many books last week, #FirstWorldProblem) as being 9 months old, large and green. It had a friend who was very long and cheetah kind of brown. Both like 9′. 9 months, 9′, natch.
- Snakes moved very quickly in dream, encountered 2 more, one of which was not doing so well in my son’s bedroom. He had just gone back to school, so in his dorm? (Which by the way was attached to a sewer. Of course.)
- Saw two iguanas that I thought were snakes and tried to get father out of the way because he called me on my inaccuracy of labeling them as snakes, when they were in fact fast iguanas with unseen legs. (?)
- Then dreamt that I had, actually, my ex-husband had adopted two little African American toddlers and I was in love with them. Why this is at all involved, I have no idea, except that I wanted to call my boy, @SimonTBailey because we always joke that he’s my brotha from anotha motha. Maybe those babies were Simon and me? Literally, I give up at this point. The “what does this dream mean” website would crash at this point.
- So I get home, with the gloves, after snarky Tweeting @AlexBorstein throughout hike (no Tweets back, because by now she probably thinks I’m a stalker and is no doubt still in bed, where I should be) and realize I’m locked out. #Natch.
- Try to break into own house when I realize the damn back door is open. Probably #Stanley.
- And then I decided to type this.
- And clearly better not quit my day job.
- I hope your day is better than mine. Haaaaaaaaa!
xoxoxo Besties and Happy Monday!!
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