Lara Flynn Boyle & Kyle Maclachlan at the 43rd annual Emmy Awards, 1991
I will never forget seeing this picture in a magazine when I was a kid and being so confused by her purse.
Actually, after four hours of dealing with two pukers, an asshole who refused to pay for his meal, a chick who spilled her Caesar all over her pissed off friend who then sent her to sit alone at the bar while everyone else packed up their food and paid their bills, and breaking up a fight that got violent and ended with me yelling “Get the fuck out!” followed by a lecture outside on gay etiquette, I’d say this note from table 23 was quite welcome.
How am I just now discovering this series?
Real Actors Read Yelp #19 (by gottakidtofeed)
The Almost-Over-Heartbreak Party
I’ve decided to throw myself a party to celebrate the feeling of kind of maybe sort of finally possible getting over my first broken heart.
All of my best friends are requested to attend with a date. This date must be a single friend of theirs that I hopefully haven’t met yet, whom they think might be a good match for me.
Throughout the party, my friends are encouraged to mingle with all the candidates, in the hopes that they will properly be able to judge and assess the other potential suitors.
At 11pm, those who know and love me will cast their votes for “Party Favourite” (no vote may be cast for their invited guest) and “Biggest Dud.” All the duds will then be asked to leave, along with the friend who brought them, because why do I need friends like that?
At this time, we will engage in a board game. Maybe Scattegories, maybe Taboo, maybe Back In The Bowl.
At midnight I will choose my top two players, and everyone else will say goodnight.
The Top Two and I will promptly retreat to the bedroom and engage in a proper ménage-a-trois, while Closer by Nine In Nails plays on my stereo on repeat.
My choice will be made in the morning.
The friend who brought the winning date gets to officiate the wedding.
