Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The reading, the dream, the concourse, the chair

I went to Wendy's book reading last night but sadly got there after she'd already read because that's the kind of friend I am. It's the job, I tell you, I had to work late! I ran into another college friend who's just given notice to go freelance. "So you can watch TV, sleep and get a puppy?" I asked. He said YES in a way that is more affirmative than just a simple YES would imply. More like YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "It's the freelance dream," I said, but up to that point I didn't quite realize how much the dog is part of everyone's freelance dream. And no, I'm not living that dream, but that's okay too because I have a jade plant named Fred and am working on a chest infection. Not really! Mom and Dad, if you're reading this, I feel a little hoarse and my throat hurts but chest infection really is going too far.

Today I discovered the labrynthian shopping concourse beneath the building I'm now working in which connects to the subway! I thought this would be a way to avoid the elements but it's pretty cold down there. Still, if it had been snowing I would have avoided the snow—except I left after the subway entrance closed. But I went to the underground Duane Reade earlier in the day and enjoyed the frigid covered access. On my way out of the building I stopped by the Red Eye green room, making my evening rounds, to say hello to my favorite makeup and hair people and anyone else I might know in there. I think I actually walked in and said "hi, I came to brighten your evening with the joy that is my presence." Then I complained for about 15 minutes and left. Not really. 12 minutes. Thursday I'll be in the hot girl chair I think, which is good except it means I can't wear my usual waist-down attire of hotpants and thigh high boots, which is what I'm always wearing in the newsroom when you just see me from chest up. Dang!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I kneeew it! Unfortunately I would like to further discuss the thigh high boots and such, but I'm yet again forced to take the high road. That's asking an awful lot don't you think? But seriously, I'm glad you get the hot girl seat. It's like a promotion in some sort of strange way. Or maybe nothing like that at all. I do like the fact that you are part of the show for more than just a segment. It's like we are getting "The Full Monte." whatever that means.

Michael.
La.

P.S. I'm glad to see that you're not super-sick. It's good to have you back.

Joe said...

That's funny, Alison, because when you're in the newsroom, I imagine you're not wearing any waist-down attire. Uhhh... I mean not any particular KIND of waist-down attire...

But if can't be hot pants and boots, I'll settle for a shorty robe and red 4" pumps.

I missed Red Eye Monday night because the cable was out (which it NEVER is). Last night I fell asleep on the couch around 10:30 and woke up at 2 - so I decided to stay up for the show. After the show I laid down but never got to sleep. Oh yeah, I'll be pumping out a lot of work today...

Ted from Accounting said...

Ok, so I'm broadcasting on remote location (laptop from bed). I'm hurtin for certain. I don't want point fingers but I think Alison got me sick!

Alison - "hi, I came to brighten your evening with the joy that is my presence."

Your funny! Was that comment followed by "I'm sorry I can't hear you over the sound of how awesome I am!"

I know I speak for all your bloggers when I say, "glad to have you back!"