I catered an event this evening, it was an event for soprano's dude Micheal Imperioli. He started his own theatre space and this was an event for it. They had cocktails and did some play readings and then had desserts and drinks afterwards.
This was a very specific crowd of people...does it say enough when I tell you that the "shrimp sate" was a big hit? If I had to hear one more person say "wow, these shrimp are so tasty! Such a good flavor!" I was going to scream. it's fucking battered fried shrimp, shut the fuck up and stuff it in your face and stop acting like it's this amazing h'ors d'evours find of the century. There was also a lot of animal print covered cleavage to look at this evening. and big hair. You're all getting the idea right? right.
I'm not a fan of the Soprano's, not because I'm anti-italian-people-stereotyping or anything like that, I just don't have cable. Or time to watch TV. That's another story for another day. Anyway, at the begining of the party I had no idea who the "celebrities" were and who were the "normies." After a while though, because of the way they were acting, I descifered who was who. I don't get it, why are actors so convinced they should be exclusionary and better than everyone? Everyone else at the party was about a thousand times nicer to me, and ok with being fun and funny in front of me. guh, actors, take your heads out of your butts.
And whoever the old guy was that was talking to me and making fun of other people with me, bless you dude, you rock.
Jesse Martin is only like, an inch or two taller than me, and his girlfriend is only like a degree or two more hotter.
and steve Buscemi must not have had a lot of milk growing up, because his posture is fucking terrible.
weird.
Monday, March 20, 2006
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I wish I was at a party with a bunch of famous Italians. I just think it would be fun.
sounds like a staten island wedding
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