Two things you need to know:
- I am stalking the cast and crew of Pretty Little Liars.
- I am on my third strike on the lot. I got a ticket for parking and a ticket for speeding and if I get one more within the next month, I am not allowed to drive my car on to the lot for six months, which would suck because they Valley is hot and bogan-y and I don’t want to park and walk.
I’m feeling pretty high-spirited this morning. The first 2BG table read of the year is this morning and that means that we’re REALLY DOIN’ OUR JOBS and I LOVE doing jobs. I got a five shot iced espresso this morning and was bumpin’ DJ AM’s second Elton mix so hard when I was pulling in to the lot. Like, I know I looked like a jungle animal operating a Toyota Corolla when I turning into the lot. Knew it.
So, I’m being a jungle animal and all of a sudden I see one of the GORGEOUS pink carts that the Pretty Little Liars staff and crew drives around the lot in. I see them like, once a week, but never with anyone actually in them.
Obviously I embraced this moment. I stuck my head out of my window and started screaming, “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD, PRETTY LITTLE LIARS! I LOVE YOU!”
At first the PA or whatever looked interested, then when she realized she didn’t know me, she looked confused and then, finally, she looked kind of mad. And I know that I have that kind of voice where you can never tell if I’m being serious or not because I’ve worked really hard on getting my voice to be like that, but this morning it did not work to my advantage. Cuz this chick looked like she thought I was making fun of her.
Good thing is, I was wearing a pair of glasses that I usually don’t wear, so maybe she won’t remember me when I become very close friends with the entire cast and crew. Maybe she won’t remember the day that I, to the soundtrack of Groove Armada, verbally accosted her outside of Parking Structure A.
(A COINCIDENCE THAT IT WAS PARKING STRUCTURE “A”? I DON’T THINK SO. AM I “A”?)