So Colleen Gleason was in town, and stayed in the Frampton Guest Room (do NOT call it a basement!) last night. She showed me the coolest thing she won at the Smart Bitches: A gift cert to Lochers, which has these incredible shirts. Totally cute, entirely subversive. Don’t know if you can see the script embroidered inbetween the cute little flowers and birds and stuff, but it says: (more…)

1. Sleep Late.
2. See Shoot ‘Em Up
3. Get Banh Mi (Vietnamese sandwich. Yum).
4. Nap
5. See Eastern Promises
6. See documentary Inside Deep Throat
7. Drink Wine.
8. Bed

Result: Renewed enthusiasm to write and live life happily and well and get things done. Yay for the Perfect Day.

Okay, so my big night out was going over to the Super-Smart Lawyer’s house and watching Crank, starring Jason Statham. This, my friends, was the problem with the movie:

There was none of this. He kept his shirt on almost the entire movie, with the exception of about a minute when he’s being worked on by a doctor. Um, Jason? No offense, dude, but your selling point is what’s below your clavicle. Not that scowly-mean look you get when you’re concentrating, or doing your girlfriend in public, not your scruffy five o’clock shadow, not even your legs underneath a hospital gown.

IT’S YOUR CHEST, JASON. GET USED TO IT. AND SHOW IT TO ME, DAMMIT!

That’s it for now. More on Monday.

Megan