I was on my bus, and on my bus I have a yoga swing. Jennifer comes on, and she goes, 'Hi, Woody, I'm J—is that a sex swing?' Her first sentence to me.
When I got cast, she called me up for one of those five-minute 'Excited to work with you, blah, blah, blah' things. The conversation started with her saying, 'Think about a catheter going in – ouch!' and then turns into a 45-minute rant about zombies and the apocalypse.
I'd met her a few times, and she was like, 'You should come over and we'll hang out.' So I go over to her apartment, and she opens the door in a towel. She's like, 'Come in, sorry, you're early, I was about to shower.' And she drops her towel and gets in the shower, and starts shaving her legs, totally naked. She was like, 'Are we here yet? Is this OK?' And I was like, 'I guess we're there!'
So my t-shirt arrived, the oh so witty “Mockingbird” one and unfortunately, it doesn’t look right. It isn’t the Polo shirt I imagined and wearing it I feel like a Rugby fan. This is sad news.
I have a day off Friday as well as Saturday/Sunday to go to town for last minute items for my trip to Boston, if I can find a green tshirt and something purple to wear I can maybe pull it off, just without the tell.
To be honest this isn’t a big deal, other than because I had the tshirt made and they did follow my instructions, so I don’t have a leg to stand on to do a return, so it’s really wasted money sat on my bed. Touché Lex, touché.
I guess I could wear it if I do any messy business.