Zane and the Vulcan

Last night while we were eating dinner, Zane popped in with this gem:

"You know (girl at his daycare)? She's got this superpower where she can pinch you and make you pass out."

I suggested Z step away from the Vulcan.

Union Station - Fishtank edition

After Sunset Junction, we took the Redline back to Union Station. In side is this amazing fishtank where the kids decided to take a 'dive'. Zane even lifted Audz to get her 'inside' the tank too.

Sunset Junction - The Puppet Edition

Sunset Junction was in full force today. Amy had to handle a birthday party for a friend, so I bravely went forth and took the train in the hopes of catching a few bands, playing a few games and hoping that Zane doesn't want to play Spin The STD. But that's another story... So while the kids weren't too impressed with much of anything beyond trying to win a turtle or funnel cake, they were ASTOUNDED by this amazing guy doing puppetry in front of a pickup truck.


As they little puppet shook and tried to stand, looking tired out beyond belief, Zane and Audz completely fell for this little guy. Zane was almost in tears, watching the struggle of the tattered puppet. Maybe it was walking around in the hot sun for 5 hours, maybe it was the magic of this guy, maybe it was just the fact that nearly everyone there is trying to break into the business, pushing against the wall - but somehow, some way, this little puppet hanging from strings managed to pull massive amounts of empathy from everyone watching.

Hooray for the puppet.

What is Cute?

This.

Unicorns and Rainbows

On the way to Dexter today, I happened across this on the 101.
Who knew that Unicorns could be so tough?
(just in case you can't quite make it out - it's a unicorn standing in front of a rainbow while holding a handgun.)

Jaywalking in LA

Guess how much a jaywalking bid costs in the hard streets of LA?

Ok. Fine. I'll tell you.

$133.00. For stepping off the curb and getting across the street before the flashing hand ticked down to 3.

Redonkulous.

this hurts, this hurts

I know that this is awful. But holy crap. It's awful funny too.


(ooohw-ooohw) And the reaction of the news people? Oh. I think she's actually hurt there. Really? What gave you that clue, mr. news guy?
ps. obviously this is Scott posting this. Not Amy. She might make me take this off of here.

I WENT TO SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE!

So if you know me at all... I am HUGE fan of SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE.

My good friend Rebbecca, having complete knowledge of my geekiness for the show, invited me to go with her after she scored two tickets from a friend who works there.

Rebbecca and I arrived at the studio fully prepared to take in every and all dance AND.... to find out who would win!

Upon arrival I was more than surprised to find out Rebecca's friend not only set up with two tickets, but backstage access too!  We entered through the back stage, and found our selves standing next to Mandy Moore (one of the choreographers) and Gev (one of the dancers). Rebbecca and I looked at each other and grinned like goofy school girls.   I was so happy!

Now... I have worked in production throughout the years on many half hour comedy TV shows in which we would have live audiences the night we filmed.  I remember seeing all the geeked out fans each week and at the time, I would just roll my eyes at their giddiness... but there I was last Thursday  evening dorkier than any of those fans ever were or ever would  be.  

As we found our seats, I past Shane Sparks, Tyce Deorio, Tabitha and Napoleon and Mia Michaels.  Mary Murphy had friends that were sitting right in front of us, so she stopped by to visit them before going on air.  The audience seemed to be mostly choreographers and their friends,  the dancers' family and a couple of celbs scattered about.  How the heck did I get so lucky to be there????

It was so great to see the dances in person and it was so interesting to see how they cut the show together with some pretaped segments and then the rest of the show which was live of course.

I sat there for the entire two hours taking it all in standing with great applause quite frequently for those amazing dancers.

SPOILER ALERT - If you have not watched the show on tivo yet and haven't read a single thing online yet about who won, don't read  on any further.

After Joshua was announced "Americer's Favorite Dancer", the confetti cannons went off and the big party on stage began.  It lasted for a good half hour or so after the cameras were off and the audience went home.  Because of our extra special passes we went down in front of the stage and watched the party unfold standing amongst family, choreographers and dancers.

On our way out the door Joshua's grandfather turned and smiled at me.  I smiled back and said to him 'Joshua's really great!!" (as if he does not know that already) and he beamed with great pride and gave me a big side hug.  

What an extremely FUN, FUN, FUN time we had!!!!!  Rebbecca and I did not stop the music and danced all the way home only to turn on the TV at her place to find out if you could see us on camera in the audience.  (I know still dorky, but what the heck I just had to look right?)

just in case you're wondering... no we did not make the cut on screen, but we sure were there and that's all that matters!!!!   SO MUCH FUN!!!

NIGHT AT THE LARGO

Scott planned a surprise date for us on last Tuesday... babysitter n' all.

We pulled our hot rod minivan up to the new Largo theater off La Cienega in West Hollywood for valet.

I stumbled out of the Quest to find the aesthetics of old Hollywood pulling me right into the small courtyard anchored by a brick floor that opened into the night sky. The courtyard led us to the dark red walled lobby lined with with a single row of black and white photos of the latest and greatest people who have performed there. I quickly found the Art Deco ladies room sign and stood under it as a bell rang for everyone to find their seats.

Scott zipped right in and out of the men's room and came out only to give me that anxious glare "hurry up!"

Us ladies in line, all twelve of us stood with great patience, full bladders and in absolute silence. After finally getting in to the facilities and then out, I found my self squeezing through the narrow doorway brushing past the newly added members of the line. I rushed as fast as I could trying to appease the more than tense look in Scott's eyes and the third ring of the bell's call to get in your dang seat NOW... but when I looked up glancing at the remaining ladies in line, there I was, face to face with Chloe Sevigny. I smiled and then hurried passed her to find my dang seat. NOW.

Once inside the theater, it did not disappoint. The old Hollywood aesthetic still rang true. It was a quaint little theater. Not too small. Not too big either. I glanced around the room to see many couples, hipsters, and Sarah Silverman with one of the Gaybers.

The lights dimmed. A deep voice called us all to stand from back stage and proceeded to sing God Bless America (very eloquently I might add, in Spanish). A female voice joined in in a very vibratos, over the top manner... we were all chuckling and a little confused. Applause filled the room and then Maya Rudolf and Fred Armisen from Saturday night live walked into the spotlight as Jon Brion took his seat at a piano surround by many other instruments.

The room was silent.

Maya and Fred began reading short scenes written by Paul Thomas Anderson. while Jon plucked and tapped exposed piano strings in a staccato rhythmic fashion. These scenes ranged from simple, yet very funny dialogue between a man and woman on a date.... to a husband scientist smashing lit large round light bulbs trying to make "it" work. His very calm "wife" looked over his shoulder as he crazily bashed in the bright bulbous shapes, shooting out a funny comments here and there. The quick witted conversations had us all roaring throughout the night.

As the night drew to an end. Scott grabbed my hand and we exited the theater as a couple... without kids... just he and I... on one fantabulous date... (did I mention we were without kids). We passed the crowds lining the sidewalk waiting for autographs. He and I were smiling big, loving life, talking about the show while we waited for our... minivan.