2005-01-12 || 9:08 a.m.

|| on the matter of benjamin bratt ||

i totally sat next to benjamin bratt at dinner last night. benjamin bratt, ladies and gentlemen!
i could have reached over and taken some of his mu shu beef, but i'm not a beef-eating girl.
i didn't know it was him at the time. my celebrity radar was up, though, and i knew he was somebody. and all night i kept saying, 'we sat next to a movie star! i'm not sure who, though! he was like benjamin bratt, but not.'
benjamin bratt indeed. house of nanking, 8:15-ish. booom.

in other news:
it's 9:11 and preliminary signs are pointing to my being in for a day of torture. four hours of sleep usually affords me at least an okay morning, where i peak at noon and don't think i'm going to make it past three. but today, oh. i am drinking lots of coffee to no avail. my eyes are bloodshot and hot dog i want to go to sleep. one hour down. effing eight and a half to go. i don't think i am going to make it. i gladly trade in my well-restedness, however, for the night of merriment and magic (and celebrity sightings. he stuffed his face, by the way.) that most recently transpired. owen played a show with the capricorns and it was a delightful diaryland reunion of sorts (elka novembre, heather lynn monstermovie, kirsteneliz, and joanne chibimaruko), as well as dance contest/friend convention/sister drunkfest/social spectacular. alene noted that casiotone shows are such a blessing for their family reunion qualities: there was a point last night when there were fifteenish people stuffed in an around a booth and my heart almost busted from all the love. people from orange county and college and bowling leagues (elka!!!) and friends of friends and. the love! the majesty!

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