Picket Party

yesterday a group of us had a picket party at CBS radford, like 15 of us planned to picket for the same shift. It's fun when yo'ure walking in a circle with people you know and need to catch up with. It was the hottest day of the picketing, i was sweating my ass off and i even got a tan on my arm (and i was wearing 45 SPF)

I ran into this woman who i used to write with on that 80s show. And she is CRAZY!! I guess I never realized it, but I havent seen her in prob. 4+ years and this is how the conversation went:

me: how's your husband?
her: he's good, why does everyone ask about my husband, everyoen always asks about him, why does everyone do that?

then me a little later.

Me: how are your cats?
her: my cats?
me: yeah remember when I house sat and took care of them?
her: not my cats, my dogs. Don't call them cats, they're not cats. THey're dogs.

UMM IT WAS 5 FUCKING YEARS AGO!! I'M MAKING CONVERSATION
and everything out of her mouth.... she was like captain defensivo!

I'm so bummed I missed my tv boyfriend dr. house picketing at fox the one fucking day i took off from picketing.

I'm off to the showers and my ride is taking me to the airport in like 20 mins. I'm flying to NYC baby! then going to cape cod tomorrow until sunday and then in the Irv. for over a week, so no more picketing (although I might do it in NYC with the WGA east)