I Wanna Be Dirty, Too...

     Okay.  It's official.  Tonight was the night of the Rocky Horror Glee Show.  Instead of my traditional lengthy post, I will sum up my feelings in just a few sentences.

     Since the start of this show I have felt a specific connection to the character of Emma Pillsbury.  She is the character with which I can relate the most.  And after her performance in tonight's episode, I only love her that much more.  See below:

EndlessYouTube - Glee - Toucha Toucha Toucha Touch Me [FULL SCENE HQ] 2x05
 (Sorry it's small.  If you click full screen it's a better visual.)

Other notable highlights to Gleek out about include (but are not limited to):

• Kurt playing Frankenfurter.  Period.
• Sam, Finn, and Mr. Schue displaying they're ab-tastic bodies.  Yum-my.
• John Stamos being hunky Dr. Carl rockin' out to Eddie's "Whatever Happened to Saturday Night."  I am just WAITING for the moment he decides to drop a "have mercy" in his dialogue... for the remaining Uncle Jesse Devotees bringing in extra ratings.
• Scenes from next week:  PUCK COMES BACK!!! YAY!

Until next time, friends...

The Most Unbelievably Ridiculous Day of My Life...

     ...that is of course second only to the day I met Lance Bass.  Hang on kids, you're in for a long one...

     Let me preface this by telling you that on Friday, while I was on my way off to San Diego for the weekend for my friend Brittany's birthday and a show, I was told about a potential job in LA.  I believe I have made it somewhat clear that LA is not where I want to be right now, but I made the phone call anyway.  I spent an absolutely FABULOUS weekend in San Diego (By the way, if you're reading this and you're in San Diego, there is a second performance next Monday.  You can find out more about it here.  Actually, check them out anyway, 'cause they're friends of mine and they're really awesome dudes.)  ANYWAY!  On the day I drove back home, I got a phone call from the guy about the LA job, and THAT is where this ridiculousness began.

     I was asked if I could meet with him for coffee at 8:30 this morning.  That's a little early for me.  Especially since I've been sleeping in everyday (among the very few perks of unemployment).  But, I got up, got ready, and after getting lost among the million locations, arrived at the designated Starbucks.  After a very comfortable, casual interview, he asked if I could start immediately, as a Post-Production Assistant on a movie (which has some of my favorite actors in it, by the way, but my lips are sealed as to who).  I drove over to the studio (and had a few issues at the security gate), made my way to their office, and filled out a stack of paperwork.  Then I found out that I get a BADGE (with my picture on it and everything!  I feel so official) with all kinds of access, AND my own parking spot.  Getting to the spot on foot, you should know, requires crossing a very steep hill horizontally.  It's more difficult than it may sound.  And probably amusing to watch a girl in heels attempt it.

     More cool stuff?  I have my own desk, and a key!  I am also, the only girl in a group of guys.  They asked if I had any problems with language, and since I have a mouth like a sailor and I speak fluent sarcasm, I explained that there would not be an issue.

     Among my duties is ordering and picking up lunch for everybody.  Here's where things get really crazy.  On my way to the little cafe, I was singing along to some of my favorite "Glee" tracks, because my I believe that my iPod houses a very insightful magic elf that chooses songs timed perfectly in accordance with the events of my life.  And when I walked into the cafe, who should be seated at a table by the door but MATTHEW FUCKING MORRISON!!!  Oh my god.  This experience far trumps any Gleekout I've ever had.  I was professional, and didn't approach him, but rather reveled in his presence and allowed him to enjoy his lunch, free of interruption.  Of the few words I heard him say, he sounded very polite.  Yay!

    After I returned, I had a small panic attack when I discovered that my fancy new badge had seemingly evaporated!  I managed to obtain a second badge (feeling like a full fledged idiot for having lost it on my first day) and kept close tabs on it for the remainder of the day.  It wasn't until much later that I found it face down, on the ground, next to my car, not very evaporated at all.

    I did do a lot of driving today, but some of that driving was in a GOLF CART, by myself.  I have never driven a golf cart before today, and with all the hills I had to drive on I seemed to be facing impending doom.  I was quite literally chanting to myself the alternating mantras "Please make it up the hill" and "I'm gonna die" going uphill and down hill, respectively.

    Among other cool things about the place I work are the movie posters decorating the hallways, and the sign on the mirror in the women's restroom that reads "YOU ARE NEITHER AS SHORT OR AS WIDE AS YOU APPEAR IN THIS EVIL MIRROR."

     So while I am excited about this super nifty opportunity (and the residual high from seeing Matthew Morrison in person, just a few feet from me) I am feeling a little bit like this kid, when it comes to my efforts to go back to San Diego:

     And last but not least -- if you've managed to stick it out this long -- I have provided a treat.  When searching Google images for the image you see above, typing in "kid on a leash" also resulted in this gem:

     ...and as ugly as that little guy is, it's hard not to find him irresistible.

GLEEK OUT!

     Okay, in case you haven't figured it out by now, I am a complete and total Gleek.  Never in my life have I watched a show that made me emote out loud the way Glee does.  And that includes Friends.  I was first introduced to the show last summer by my friend Rachel who showed me the pilot via Hulu.  She was shocked I hadn't seen it, and after she showed me that very first episode, I was hooked.  If you haven't joined the Glee bandwagon, I HIGHLY recommend giving the show a try.

     As season one rolled on, the more hooked I became.  I found (and continue to find) so many moments in the show, from song choices, to day dreams that hold significance in my own life.  This show makes me (forgive the cliché) laugh, cry, scream, jump around... it's pretty ridiculous.  Well, I suppose, I'm pretty ridiculous, but that's not really the point here.  The point is simply to explain to you, my deep, unabashed love for the show.

     That being said, season two has taken a while to warm up to the Glee I have come to love.  The first few episodes were alright, they had their moments.  Mostly, however, I've been disappointed.  And being disappointed in anything you love that much is a hard feeling to come to grips with.  Rachel's diva routine grew tiresome about as quickly as a fat man with a jump rope, and the Britney/Brittany episode was basically just a compilation of music videos without any real storyline.  And Glee is nothing without a storyline so full of heart that the viewer cannot help but relate.  And then, I saw last night's episode, and my faith was restored!

     Watching Kurt make eyes at newcomer, Sam, just about made my whole night.  The song selection was fantastic, the performances were spot-on, and yes, I had a complete and total "Gleek Out."  AND, as if the episode weren't good enough on its own, the previews for the upcoming Rocky Horror Glee Show sent me into a squealing fit so long, that my mother actually asked me to leave the room.  I would go so far as to call it a full on Glee-gasm.

     Why a Rocky Horror Glee-gasm?  I'll tell you!  They have already conquered songs from the musical "A Chorus Line," a show, and more importantly, soundtrack very near and dear to my heart since I was 12 years old and my class did a number in our annual Variety Show to "One," which if you don't know, is the finale of the show.  Now that they are attempting Rocky Horror, I am even more excited.  This is because, the year before my class did "One," a group of us did "Time Warp," and I even had my own tap solo, wearing a costume that made me look vaguely like a ladybug with an afro.  No, I don't have pictures, and even if I did, I wouldn't show you.  So there.

     So to make a long story short (too late!), here's to Glee, for a successful episode, and hopefully, many more to come!