We're going to see Madonna tonight. I know, tres gay. But she did save Steve's life by scheduling a concert on September 11, forcing Steve to switch flights so that he wasn't on the American Airlines plane that crashed into the World Trade Center. So we owe it to her. But even if we didn't owe Madge, we'd go anyway. Because, as I said... G-A-Y.
I heard they didn't have air conditioning at her Sunday show. I hope that's not the case tonight. I hate hot, sweaty, smelly people who aren't hot.
I'd sneak my camera in but it seems like so much work, and I'm very apathetic right now. So I'll snag some fan pics off some other site and use those.
My job continues even though the episodes are written. I've been tasked to write over 300 segments that will run on the internet or on-air to promote the show. "Confessionals" from the characters reflecting on their feelings, fashion tips and lessons, and prequal material that will explore the characters further. It's a cool new experience. Not sure if I'll actually meet Bo Derek or the rest of the cast (besides the Abercrombie model who was in a couple times and bought the writers coffee) but I'm hoping Steve and I can be extras in one of the big episodes. We'll see.
Called the LAPD Detective about the robbery; haven't heard back. I'll call again tomorrow.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
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