night 2 of tiny ponies at the bedford last night. having learnt my lesson from the week prior, i paced myself alcohol-wise, and tried to eat some foods before the comedy began. i was also manning the door, so i wanted to make sure i was all there for the change-giving and the meeting and the greeting. people turned up. many people. we actually made enough money to pay some of the acts on the night - not all off them, unfortunately - but some of them, which is a start. we had such a great night. and you - yes, YOU! - missed out. unless you were there, of course. but lucky for you, if you weren't! there's one more week left. wednesday the 27th - be there, be part of tasty pony paste history.
it's in your hands.

tash and dan at the bedford transformed the beer garden area into a vegas-esque room complete with waterfall-light-feature background. the room was amazing - blew both nellie and i away. so we celebrated by drinking a coupld of pots, smoking a few too many cigarettes, and belting out a couple of verses on 'paradise city'.

fist run of 'tiny ponies' went well - though it would have been nice to have more of a crowd (thanks all my many friends who didn't turn up - you have the 20th and the 27th to redeem yourselves!). next week should be wacky as i am working full time (first time since initial training at least three months ago, and yep - it's for training again - we're getting a whole new system installed. joy. i just learned how to work this one!).
book launch is getting closer and closer, and one huge question remains to be answered - what the hell am i going to wear??

as a result of a long-standing date with my nephews, we went and saw herbie: fully loaded last night. seeing lindsay lohan in some of her pre-skeletal hilton-bot glory made me want to buy one of those feed lindsay t-shirts. at least i probably wouldn't havce trouble finding one in my size...
anyway, on to the movie. it wasn't that good - it was like herbie's history had been wiped. i was hoping for a link between the originals and this one, and was nearly suckered in to thinking there would be by the opening credits, which took the form of old newspaper reports of herbie's past triumphs and tribulations. then the next thing we know he's in a dumpster, gets bought for $75 by lohan, and no one in even a whole streetracing community of people knows who the hell he is. what about the opening credits, dammit? didn't anyone rememberhow cute and earnest he used to be back in the day? how about making his past relevant? it was all a bit too katie holmes for me. that should learn me for expecting so much from a teen flick... but we all know that i will continue to do so. for every herbie: fully loaded, for every new york minute, there is a mean girls, there is a bring it on. and shalini will continue to dream and to hope.