Poor Life Choice Theatre, co-starring Kaitlyn and Rebecca
HEY, GUYS, mcwonthelottery IS HERE! Well, not right here. She's in the shower. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
I do not even know how to describe, in words, what happened yesterday. I feel like we should just record everything we say because IT IS FULL OF COMIC GOLD ALWAYS. At least, to us. I had to work all day and Becca was, you know, on the train all day, so we were both exhausted by the time we met around 5pm. Still, we decided we were going to go to Katy's 10pm show downtown and needed to kill four and a half hours beforehand.
We started killing time by sitting in a Cafe Metro on 7th Avenue until they firmly implied they wanted to kick us out. We talked about Rent. I AM NOT EVEN FUCKING KIDDING, GUYS. I hadn't talked about Rent for that long in years. It was pretty much hilarious. Becca updated me on the fact that Matt Caplan is still a douche and may even be more douchey than he was the last time I saw him. I updated Becca on the fact that Josh Kobak is still fucking crazy.
We went to S'mac for dinner and managed to get a table after minimal standing around and glaring at people who had finished eating but were still sitting at their tables. After S'mac, we walked to Sugar Sweet Sunshine and after THAT we took the train to Union Square.
I'm sure hilarious things happened in there that I've since forgotten. Tragic.
We found the place and paid the ridic $10 cover charge and met Craig and neurotictealeaf and her friend Summer inside. I gave Katy some cinnamon bread and she thanked me like a milion times for the scrapbook and I was like, "Haha, this is slightly awkward, I don't know how to deal with sincerity, quick make a joke!"
In my head, I mean. Out loud I was like, "Der, cinnamon bread?"
So we settled in for Katy's set (she was introduced as "Katy Payful") in the ridiculously loud little bar, waiting for quiet.
HAHAHA, JUST KIDDING, THERE WAS NO QUIET EVER.
It was pretty much the most ridiculous gig ever. People were yelling and talking and doing weird shit, I don't even know. It was... so not a $10 venue. Or show. Katy was wonderful, obvs, but not a great environment for a show.
Katy played six songs:
Walk Alone
Better Days
Deliverance
True Colors (Cyndi Lauper cover)
Find a Way
For All We Know (Roberta Flack cover w/ Scott on piano)
As Becca said, this concert would have been cheaper on iTunes.
So, at the point she announced that she only had once song left, we were basically inconsolable with laughter. I'M GLAD WE HUNG OUT IN THE CITY FOR EIGHT MILLION HOURS FOR SIX SONGS CONSTANTLY INTERRUPTED BY PEOPLE. But it was still kind of hilarious. Oh man, guys. Why was it so hilarious?
So, you know, we came home and stuff. And then the REAL best part of the evening started. That part of the evening is called "Sitting Around the Kitchen Table, Baking Cinnamon Bread, Talking About Kevin Smith, Shitty Movies, and Writing the Best Torchwood Fic Ever."
It's a long title. I'm working on shortening it for the film adaptation.
Um, essentially, the important bit is how WE TOTES WROTE THE BEST TORCHWOOD FIC EVER.
"What day is it? Tuesday? Retcon!"
"But since they can't remember it was Tuesday, the same thing happens the next day. They're in an endless loop."
"What day is it? Tuesday? Retcon! Oh my god, Kait, we just wrote the best Torchwood fic ever."
Until Rhys comes and rescues them. Like, six months later.
"Needless to say, dinner is fucking cold. We have flying cars now, assholes! And, Jack, the Doctor looks totally fucking different now."
Man, guys, we are pretty awesome. Seriously, you wish you were as awesome as we are. I KNOW YOU DO. I KNOW YOUR SECRET DESIRES.
***
On tap for the weekend:
That shitty GDL Sherlock Holmes/Dinosaur movie!
Shark Attack 3, if I can find it!
Probably so much White Collar omg
Allie Moss on Sunday!
I don't know, guys, we're pretty ridiculous
I do not even know how to describe, in words, what happened yesterday. I feel like we should just record everything we say because IT IS FULL OF COMIC GOLD ALWAYS. At least, to us. I had to work all day and Becca was, you know, on the train all day, so we were both exhausted by the time we met around 5pm. Still, we decided we were going to go to Katy's 10pm show downtown and needed to kill four and a half hours beforehand.
We started killing time by sitting in a Cafe Metro on 7th Avenue until they firmly implied they wanted to kick us out. We talked about Rent. I AM NOT EVEN FUCKING KIDDING, GUYS. I hadn't talked about Rent for that long in years. It was pretty much hilarious. Becca updated me on the fact that Matt Caplan is still a douche and may even be more douchey than he was the last time I saw him. I updated Becca on the fact that Josh Kobak is still fucking crazy.
We went to S'mac for dinner and managed to get a table after minimal standing around and glaring at people who had finished eating but were still sitting at their tables. After S'mac, we walked to Sugar Sweet Sunshine and after THAT we took the train to Union Square.
I'm sure hilarious things happened in there that I've since forgotten. Tragic.
We found the place and paid the ridic $10 cover charge and met Craig and neurotictealeaf and her friend Summer inside. I gave Katy some cinnamon bread and she thanked me like a milion times for the scrapbook and I was like, "Haha, this is slightly awkward, I don't know how to deal with sincerity, quick make a joke!"
In my head, I mean. Out loud I was like, "Der, cinnamon bread?"
So we settled in for Katy's set (she was introduced as "Katy Payful") in the ridiculously loud little bar, waiting for quiet.
HAHAHA, JUST KIDDING, THERE WAS NO QUIET EVER.
It was pretty much the most ridiculous gig ever. People were yelling and talking and doing weird shit, I don't even know. It was... so not a $10 venue. Or show. Katy was wonderful, obvs, but not a great environment for a show.
Katy played six songs:
Walk Alone
Better Days
Deliverance
True Colors (Cyndi Lauper cover)
Find a Way
For All We Know (Roberta Flack cover w/ Scott on piano)
As Becca said, this concert would have been cheaper on iTunes.
So, at the point she announced that she only had once song left, we were basically inconsolable with laughter. I'M GLAD WE HUNG OUT IN THE CITY FOR EIGHT MILLION HOURS FOR SIX SONGS CONSTANTLY INTERRUPTED BY PEOPLE. But it was still kind of hilarious. Oh man, guys. Why was it so hilarious?
So, you know, we came home and stuff. And then the REAL best part of the evening started. That part of the evening is called "Sitting Around the Kitchen Table, Baking Cinnamon Bread, Talking About Kevin Smith, Shitty Movies, and Writing the Best Torchwood Fic Ever."
It's a long title. I'm working on shortening it for the film adaptation.
Um, essentially, the important bit is how WE TOTES WROTE THE BEST TORCHWOOD FIC EVER.
"What day is it? Tuesday? Retcon!"
"But since they can't remember it was Tuesday, the same thing happens the next day. They're in an endless loop."
"What day is it? Tuesday? Retcon! Oh my god, Kait, we just wrote the best Torchwood fic ever."
Until Rhys comes and rescues them. Like, six months later.
"Needless to say, dinner is fucking cold. We have flying cars now, assholes! And, Jack, the Doctor looks totally fucking different now."
Man, guys, we are pretty awesome. Seriously, you wish you were as awesome as we are. I KNOW YOU DO. I KNOW YOUR SECRET DESIRES.
***
On tap for the weekend:
That shitty GDL Sherlock Holmes/Dinosaur movie!
Shark Attack 3, if I can find it!
Probably so much White Collar omg
Allie Moss on Sunday!
I don't know, guys, we're pretty ridiculous