I've had a fantastically shitty week, one of the worst I can remember having (and by shitty I don't mean that I've suffered great tragedy or loss, so I apologize if I sound like I'm being overdramatic ... but really it's been pretty lousy) -- but rather than dwell on the negative, I'm going to try to remember the highest points of the week. Here goes nothing:
1. If I'm counting Sunday, the Mad Men finale was so good. SO. GOOD. I had been a little anxious when the episode approached, not just because the season was ending but also because ... well, what if it wasn't as good as I wanted it to be? But I shouldn't have feared. By the end of the night I had watched some scenes three times, including every scene in which Joan appears. When Roger said, "Let me make a phone call," I squealed. Out loud. Alone in my living room. And I was only embarrassed for about half a second.
2. The Glee interviews I did came in, yay! They didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped -- they cut out the part where the cast members all went, "What? Beyonce?!" and clutched at their chairs -- but still, kind of a thrill, knowing I was the one they were looking at off-camera. The first video's below, and both together are here.
3. I finally had the famed BLT at Char No. 4. And it was excellent.
4. The bouncer at a bar made me smile when he looked at my license and joked that I was 22.
5. This video of Tori Spelling in a Lifetime movie, stripping to Chopin, made me laugh:
6. At midnight tonight, at the end (or near the end) of my fantastically shitty week, I found myself unexpectedly in the tiny basement of Union Hall, watching a band called Boat and throwing confetti at the band members as they rocked out with looks of bliss on their faces. And in that one moment ... I felt lucky.
So, you see, me? That's six good things. There are worse weeks to have.