Seperated At Birth

I've established the fact that I have some issues recognizing people, yeah, I kinda suck at it. Point in case, last weekend I got together with a group of close friends from High School. We try to get together every couple of months for dinner and drinks; good times. While waiting for a table a fellow former classmate happen to walked in with her husband. We all said "Hi" "how are you?" and all those nice small talk.

She's one of my friends on FB (read: High school acquaintance that sent me a friend request on a day I happen to be feeling rather generous) and I recalled she had recently opened her on spa, so I asked, "How's the spa?".

Suddenly all my friends spun their glances in my direction with the "oh no she didn't!" look. What?

"I still work at the bank", she replied, confused.

My homegirls quickly told her how nice it was to see her again and grabbed me by the elbow and led me away like I was their elderly, senile Grandmother.

That wasn't Angela, was it?", I said sheepishly.

"No Mala. It was Melissa. We went to school with her for 4 years and she looks nothing like Angela."

"Don't they both have brown hair?" I replied.

That's what I get for trying to use my power of recall. Seriously, from now on I'm just sticking to the 'smile and wave' in all social situations.

Anyhoo, while Angela and what's-her-face, may not look a thing alike, the following celebs are often confuddling me.

I suffered through both The Watchmen (Bev LOVES this movie!) and Alvin and the Chipmunks (both I and II!) and I wasn't sure if starred the same guy. Bev assured me, it's not. The Ratmunks features Jason Lee, looking his best, while The Watchmen stars Patrick Wilson at his most UN-sexy. But you see it, right?

During my extensive search for a picture of Alvin and the Chipmunk Jason Lee and not the My Name is Earl Jason Lee, I came across this:

Pshhhhh, I don't see it!

Moving on..

When did Ethan Hawke morph into Kevin Dillon?

Speaking of Kevin Dillon, did he make a deal with the devil? The man doesn't age. Wasn't he in Platoon like 40 years ago?

And just as an aside, I like Kevin way more than Matt Dillon. While on the set of Wild Things, Matt asked every girl there for their phone number. And since we were all playing high school girls, many of them were actually under 18. Hello, Jail bait! When he asked me for my number, all slick and cool (gag), I assured him that at 22 years old, I was obviously too old for him.

But here's two guys I'd give my number to in a heartbeat! And have. OWWW!

I totally heart Everclear's Art Alexakis. And Dr. Drew makes me wish I had had an interest in drugs. Sigh, or not.

And last, but certainly not least... is it any wonder I dig Bradley Cooper?

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

Had a fabulous time last night at the McCartney concert, but be warned, if I had a battery life indicator it would look like this:
So please bear with me if this post is flat, uninspired and strewn with grammatical errors... you know, like all my other posts.

Anyhoo, traffic in Boston was just freakin' fabulous as always and after touring the gawd-awful cow paths they call streets, we finally parked and made our way to the private club that we were invited to for dinner.
However, once at the door the Door Dude acknowledged we were on the list but couldn't let us in, something about too many people and fire codes... blah, blah, blah. Just then we heard the opening band fire up, a mere 2 hours before what we thought was the start of the concert. WTF?
Racked with hunger pangs, Bev and I decided to for-go the complimentary dinner and drinks in order to see MGMT. Unfortunately, that required the world's longest elevator ride, in which we somehow missed the one song I really wanted to hear performed. Fabulous.

After circling Fenway Park we finally found our seats. MGMT continued to play as Bev and I twitched and cringed at the tinny, high frequency noise that was being blasted at us from the stage. In order to save what was left of our hearing, we retreated to seek food and beverages. Now regretting the free dinner we passed up, and Joe was certainly enjoying, I got in line for greasy sausage and chicken fingers while Bev hunted down some beer. With refreshments in hand, we headed back to our seats to assault our ears further.
But before we made it back, I took a stumble on the steps and watched as my $8.50 sausage sandwich flew in slow motion out of my hands, landing and rolling across, what I'm sure is an impeccably clean, Fenway steps. As an usher came to show us our seats again, I scrambled to gather the pieces of my fallen sausage. DUDE! I was really freakin' hungry. AND IT WAS $8.50!!!

Back at our seats, all sweaty and frustrated, I wiped the dirt and grime off my dinner we enjoyed our classic ballpark fare, just as MGMT wrapped up. Great.

Meanwhile, Joe was inside the nice air conditioned club, enjoying steak tips and Martini's aplenty. Fabulous.

So Bev and I entertained ourselves the way we always do.... by taken numerous self portraits and giggling uncontrollably.


Finally, Sir Paul himself showed up and ROCKED the Hizzouse! Fabulous show! Really, what more can I say.



After the show we harassed some poor, annoyed, teenager at Dunkin' Donuts, filled our nasty food trifecta with some unpleasant BK Sliders and called it a night.
Good times.