I finally figured out how to do Vegas.
1. Attend the SAG Awards the night before you go. And try to take home a statue.
2. Get up early to hop on your plane.
3. Leave the baby with your over-generous and under-informed dad.
4. Spend much of the day rehearsing and playing craps.
5. Have a lovely dinner with your Lovely Wife.
6. See Penn & Teller at The Rio.
7. Spend about an hour and a half backstage with Penn & Teller, not saying much, but smiling and nodding, and realizing that if your 13-year-old self knew that this would ever happen, your tiny brain would have melted out of your tiny skull.
8. Spend the next day freaking out about the night before, and preparing for your show that night.
9. Decide to take Penn's adamant advice and see Tom Jones.
10. Learn what a "man" is, and know that you will never fully be one.
11. Perform your tiny part in your tiny show and have a ball.
12. Stay up late and hug your friends.
13. Head home and realize that it just doesn't get much better than this.
1. Seeing Emily Blunt, Anne Hathaway, and Meryl Streep for the first time since the premiere of Prada. And they were all as lovely and wonderful as I'd remembered.
2. Having the main topics of any conversation center around, in order: a) my appearances on The Soup, and b) winning a SAG Award.
3. Winning a SAG Award.
Incredible, incredible night.
More later. I have to get on a plane to Vegas in 26 minutes.
Hi, all.
Mad Men is nominated for three Screen Actors Guild Awards: Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Drama Series, Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series (Jon Hamm) and Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Drama Series (Elisabeth Moss).
Also Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Blog (me).
(hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhhhahahaaahahahahahahah i've still got it!)
Please to watch and root for us!
Sunday, January 24, at 8/7 Central, on both TNT and TBS.
Fingers crossed!
Grandma, my final blood grandparent, passed away this morning.
She lived far away for much of my childhood, but she remained incredibly supportive of everything I ever did. Every Christmas brought a card containing money and a note: "Don't tell Jack." (her husband (my grandfather (but not by blood (but still counts))))
One of my favorite childhood memories is that whenever we would go to her house, she would have several hours of the Disney Channel taped for me and Ryan. She had it, we didn't. I watched a billion Disney cartoons (the good stuff) at her house.
She liked all things Disney. My only trip to Disney World was with her and Mom and Ryan back in... 1988? I think so. It was certainly not her only trip. She and Jack were regulars there.
She also consistently traveled to be at my big moments: graduations, our wedding, etc.
She loved the crap out of Bea. There's a beautiful quilt on Bea's wall that she made. Her hunger for Bea pictures and video was insatiable, but we did what we could.
I am sad.
I hate this part.
So, like I said, we did The Soup.
Here's the bit, in case you missed it:
I like Joel McHale. That guy? He's funny.
Here're the boys and Matt Weiner, celebrating after the stint.
HE HAS A CONTRACT AND IT'S GOOD NEWS AND I'M GOING BACK TO WORK AND THANK GOD AND I AM SO HAPPY FOR HIM AND US AND THANK GOD AGAIN.
And we won another Golden Globe.
It's been an ooooooookay week.
Preferably "The Soup" at 10/9c on E!, because you might get to see someone you know, completely murdering one of the two lines he was invited to say.
And a couple friends of his who nailed it.
Tonight! E! Be there!
I ran into Robert Morse at the post office. We had a nice chat and a hug.
I miss my co-workers when we are not working.
But I will see them a lot this month, which is a good thing.
New year, new blog header! Courtesy of the always amazing Dyna Moe.
