Rain and snow in NYC. Dishfriendsincehighschool and I went to the Crap Fair in Union Square. As we turned the corner on 18th and Broadway, sad film techies ordered us to sheath our umbrellas because Matt Damon was shooting a scene. They yelled as if the sky were falling, the IRS had struck, Tom Cruise's asking price fell, they drove over their iPhone (hahaha Dishbrother!). Dishfriend whipped out her camera and got all excited, but Dish knows the truth about shooting films. THEY TAKE FOREVER. NOTHING REALLY HAPPENS. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE DISCOVERED.So we watched Tropic Thunder. Am pondering the happiness Sandra Bullock must feel. 45, two hit movies, potential Oscar nom. This is what happens when she's not in a movie with Keanu. Though Dish loves Keanu.
(TG's family said I was their fave of all TG's exes--though TG says this is no great feat. Sending real Thank You card, which will earn delicious brownie points. I just hope they thought I was skinny.)
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