Can we just take a moment to appreciate that Sherlock’s performance of the songs from Frozen “rivaled - if not surpassed - the original”? And that he did it while wearing a giant purplish prom dress. The mental image alone is enough to make my night!
Some things I wish they’d show, even just as background while Joan is the focus? Like the violin burning. That was brilliant.
Ugh, there is this one post that shows up when I track my URL by some person who states they hate their mom. Why did you tag it midnight30?? Is it because you made the post at 12:30?? Anyway, it just makes me feel weird & mad because my mom died last year (as did my dad, but that’s a whole other story). I did not hate my mom at all. In fact, I loved her more than anything in this world, she was my best friend, and I miss her every single day. Just get your damn post out of my url tag!!!
A sexy mid-forties French couple approaches the desk.
GUEST: You speak French? CONCIERGE: No, I’m sorry. GUEST: (shakes head, very frustrated) No French. GUEST’S WIFE: (starts rubbing nose furiously) Concierge? No French? CONCIERGE: No, I’m sorry. GUEST: (pulls out iPhone with a screenshot of a Google Map of the entire state of New Jersey) Where is New Jersey? Bus? Metro? Taxeee? CONCIERGE: Where in New Jersey? GUEST: (Shakes head) No French. CONCIERGE: Where… in… New Jersey? GUEST: Eh? CONCIERGE: Jersey Gardens? GUEST: No. CONCIERGE: Newark? GUEST: No. CONCIERGE: Cake Boss? GUEST: Threety-three. CONCIERGE: Thirty-three? Is that an address? GUEST’S WIFE: (butts in, entire index finger up nose) NEW CHAIRSEE. GUEST: SHHH!! (shakes head) Threety-three… street. CONCIERGE: Can you write it down? GUEST: No. (shoves phone into my hands) CONCIERGE: New Jersey is a big area. You are visiting a store? Business? A friend? Family? GUEST: (swipes to another screenshot of a slightly smaller area in New Jersey) Here. We go here? CONCIERGE: Can you point? GUEST: (points to an area) Here. CONCIERGE: (Googles the name of a park near where he’s pointing) Okay, that’s easy to get to by taxi or bus. GUEST: Yes, is okay. We will get bus here? (points at an area on the river with no boats) CONCIERGE: You could take the water taxi, but it’s still far when you arrive. Better taxi or bus. GUEST: Okay, is okay. We take bus from here. (points at river) CONCIERGE: No, sir, I don’t know why you want to leave from there, the bus goes from here. (points at Port Authority) GUEST: No. No! Here! (points at river) CONCIERGE: No, from here. (points at Port Authority)
(we have a pointing war.)
GUEST: NO Port Authoritee!!! We will go from HERE!!!! CONCIERGE: Alright, sir. Can you swim? GUEST’S WIFE: (arm is fully inside of head) I have poked the language center of my brain and can now speak perfect English. A taxi is okay. Thank you!
GUEST: Hi, sweetie. I just came from the VIP Lounge with my grandson and we saw that y’all didn’t have any diet cokes up there. CONCIERGE: No. Just diet pepsi. GUEST: Oh, well, can’t you go get some diet cokes for him? CONCIERGE: Unfortunately, we can only offer the diet pepsis. GUEST: Yeah, but he’s 12 years old. I mean, what are you supposed to tell a 12 year old when he was some diet cokes? CONCIERGE: (wanted to say) Tell him he’s a fucking 12 year old and he’ll get over it.