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If you like comedy, PR or the occasional inside scoop on the entertainment world,
then drop by for a daily dose written by me, Kambri Crews, producer and publicist to comedians and more!
Sunday, June 30, 2002
What is with the word "egads"? Dictionary.com defines it as a mild exclamation. I ask, is there room in this world for a mild exclamation? After all, one is exclaming and Dictionary.com goes on to define an exclamation as "a loud calling or crying out; outcry; loud or emphatic utterance; vehement vociferation; clamor..." So, to be mild, must it be said at normal decibals or without much emotion? Then why exclaim at all? Could this oxymoron of a definition be the reason for its practical extinction from modern language? I'm going to start using it...shouting it even. The shock of it all! Perhaps I could cause a rebirth of egads and redefine its meaning entirely. After all, bell bottoms made a comeback. This proves anything is possible.
I may not be good at much, but I'm great at two things: star and vermin spotting. Could it be that it's because star spelled backward is rats? I wonder if I was a bird of prey in a former life. Today's sightings included Bono on 61st between Park & Madison, Anne Heche on 5th Avenue & 60th Street with her baby boy, and a dead mouse on 55th & Broadway. Oh, what does tomorrow bring?
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Friday, June 28, 2002
Heidi and I partied like rock stars till the wee, wee, wee hours of this morning with a certain b-as-in-boy-illionaire who shall remain nameless. His best quote of the night / morning: "Kambri, when you live in my world, you can do anything you want." Indeed, in his world, you can.
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Thursday, June 27, 2002
Picture this: A cute, slim young girl in a very chic workday outfit. A quick zoom to shoes for inspection revealed smart black mules with horribly swollen feet crammed in them. They looked like bulbous ticks. She then waddled down 5th Avenue in obvious discomfort. Ah! The price of beauty!
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Wednesday, June 26, 2002
A wondrous lunchtime observation today: The Everything Breastfeeding Book at Barnes & Noble. There's a whole book on this? And it's over 300 pages?!?! When I expressed my stupefaction, I learned that there's also an organization called La Leche League. Who knew? It's a whole societal subculture devoted to lactating women. Cool.
I'm not sure if the Southwestern Airlines brouhaha regarding double wide seating had any influence, but here's what I woke up singing this morning:"What do you get when you guzzle down sweets? Eating as much as an elephant eats? What are you getting at? Terribly fat. What do you think will come of that? I don't like the look of it."To those wacky yet wise Oompa Loompas I say: Get out of my head!!!
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Tuesday, June 25, 2002
Oklahoma is OK, just OK.
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Monday, June 24, 2002
I'm seeing Oklahoma tonight for $25. I love a good bargain! Especially when the bargain is for cheap seats to otherwise expensive Broadway shows.
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Sunday, June 23, 2002
The meatpacking district rules! Where else can you see graffiti murals of swine? Or dine on some of the best French food in the United States and only moments later get hit on by a biker with muttonchops (!&@*#%$) while drinking a Pabst at a place called Hogs & Heifers?
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Saturday, June 22, 2002
Happy birthday to me!
I got sea monkeys and sorkeling gear. Tonight we will dine at Pastis where I will be funny and delightful and amaze all the other dinner guests with my wit and beauty. They will be so charmed they will buy our table a bottle of vintage wine and raise their glasses in my honor. I will eat with the right fork and not spit when I talk. I will be perfect because it's my birthday!
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Friday, June 21, 2002
Perk of working in Midtown: Street vendors of every kind. For lunch, Robby and I dined at Hallo Berlin's street cart on 55th & 5th -- Das beste der "wurst"! I'll eat anywhere there's a handwritten, paper plate sign reading "Freaking Deal, $5" taped to the cart. Freaking brilliant.
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Thursday, June 20, 2002
Could it be that the DMV is the great equalizer of the masses? No matter race, religion, creed, sex blah blah blah...you still have to stand in line and deal with the uninspired, bored, bitter employees of the State. I was greeted by a DMV worker man bee with a particularly giant, abnormally shaped cranium. It was cube-like and shaven to reveal many long, gory scars--some still pink. He had a , round, blood-soaked bandaid perched on the tip of his nose. He spoke very loudly and slowly, carefully choosing each word. I couldn't help but stare at the brownish red spot on the bandage wiggle and rise and fall while I listened to my orders. Fill out these papers. Get in line. Watch for your number. Go to the window. Pay your dues.
He was in charge. Classic.
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Monday, June 17, 2002
After what I considered to be a pretty manic Monday, I headed towards my business partner and high school friend Greg's apartment. I had only walked a block when I spotted none other than Trey Anastasio carrying a Banana Republic bag of all things. Trey and I are leading parallel lives. I know what was NOT in that bag -- a sleeveless silk, off-white, cowl-necked sweater! He was walking the exact same direction as me (northwest) and I followed close behind him as we passed the premiere screening of Minority Report at the Ziegfeld Theater. It was a bit too early to see Tom Cruise or Steven Spielberg walking the red carpet, but the fans and press were ready and waiting. I was in a bit of a hurry, so I sped up the pace and passed Trey. In doing so, I told him to have a great show tomorrow. He smiled broadly, said his thanks and we parted company. I'm certain I'll see him again in the very near future. I wouldn't be surprised if it were at Marina Cay. He frequents the beautiful little island where I happen to live two weeks out of the year. Vive la Cuervo!
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Sunday, June 16, 2002
Yesterday was some day. An early drive to the Hamptons for a birthday party only to turn around and drive into Manhattan to Lower Chelsea for a bar mitzvah at Peter White Studios. I rewarded myself today by sleeping in, cooking a great breakfast and renting The Mothman Prophecies. While scanning the IMDB entry for this movie, I notice Matt Miller in the credits. He's what makes me only one degree from Kevin Bacon as Matt and I performed in a few plays written by the illustrious Eileen Moushey. Matt is a fine actor, so I'm sure his performance as Aide #2 is the highlight of this movie.
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Friday, June 14, 2002
While I was at home taking it easy and turning in at 9:30 (ugh!), Marc was chatting it up at a bar mitzvah with Kevin Kline, Phoebe Cates and their two children. Phoebe was so charmed by Marc, she requested his card for future parties. I guess that's better than hanging out with Verne Troyer as we were supposed to do. Plans changed and I was just too tired to venture out.
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Thursday, June 13, 2002
I left work yesterday at 5:30 knowing that I had a full hour to find my way to Don't Tell Mama. With time to kill, I decided to venture into Banana Republic in search of a sleeveless silk, off-white, cowl-necked sweater I had seen the day before but did not buy even despite the sale price. I wasn't sure of the practicalities of it in summertime, but I knew it would be a perfect match for a silk skirt I own but never wear. I still didn't buy it. After all, they had about 25 of them on the racks and I work next door. I was convinced I could take the time to think about it, examine the skirt again and buy the sweater at my leisure. Needless to say, they had none left. Only twenty-four hours had passed and they were completely sold out. Lesson: Supplies do not last in New York City. Now I'm certain to be on an obsessive quest to find a top to go with this skirt. Funny how I can buy a chihuahua or a convertible at the drop of a hat, but hesitate on a sale-priced sweater.
Disappointed at my inability to spend money, I continued on to Radio City Music Hall box office to pick up a pair of tickets to the sold out Trey Anastasio concert. A friend of a dear friend of mine happens to work for Radio City and was kind enough to use her power to get me two seats at face value in the 18th row! Marc will be so pleased. It was only a month ago, May 2nd to be exact, that Marc and I spent the afternoon watching Trey perform live on the Late Show with David Letterman. Marc's friend used to work for Letterman and was able to score us tickets knowing that Marc is the most devoted Trey/Phish fan in the world. These two triumphs give credence to the old adage that it's not what you know, but who you know.On to the cabaret...Kevin was great and made great choices in songs. Being musically retarded, I can't tell you what songs they were. I can tell you that he was very entertaining and I'm glad I was able to see him perform. I look forward to next time.
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Wednesday, June 12, 2002
It seems difficult to find a starting point to this version of my site. For years I've used manual HTML coding and shorthand to keep a log of my goings on. I wish I had started with November 18, 2000 --- the day I moved to New York City --- so my entries wouldn't have been lost. Since I can't turn back time, June 12, 2002 will begin this online diary.
Tonight I will venture to Don't Tell Mama to watch a cabaret performance of Kevin Farr, et al. It is interesting that I've become acquainted with Kevin as I first met him when I was 15 years old and had not seen him since. Kevin played "Blifil" in the play "Tom Jones" for his tiny high school in Boyd, Texas. I played "Miss Western" in the same play for my large high school in N. Richland Hills, Texas. My drama teacher, David Michael Hall, sponsored a workshop in which Kevin's school performed their play for us and vice versa. It was a fun learning experience and I still remember vividly how different our interpretations were of the same play. I never could have imagined that I would know Kevin all these years later.
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