Sort of recently Ryan and I were at one of my work parties and he was meeting most of the people I worked with for the first time. We were standing near the bar with the small group of people at my job that actually knew about my blog. And this conversation happened. While I was standing right there.
*Names have been changed to protect the
John: So, in real life is Lauren as crazy as she portrays herself to be on her blog?
Ryan: You work with her, you tell me.
Jane: But at work she's usually pretty serious, with just, like glimpses of crazy.
John: Haha yeah, remember the one time she got caught in the copy room with her laptop trying to teach herself that dance routine?
Jane: OHMYGODYES. And then she tried to hide her laptop so no one could see what song it was! And it turned out to be something by the Cheetah Girls!
John: *does stupid and not accurate dance more* Fuego Fuego!
Ryan: So yeah, that's pretty much what it's like at home like seventy to seventy-five percent of the time. Like the other day she was watching Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix for the one thousandth time and I was in the other room and heard her mutter something to herself about how "you'd think a big movie studio could afford leg-lengthening surgery." So I walked in and asked her what on earth she was talking about and it turns out she thinks Daniel Radcliffe needs to be made taller.
Lauren: *can't handle this conversation any longer* *blurts out* Harry Potter is TALL in the books! And has green eyes, not blue, but that is an entirely different story. *And then huffs off to the bar to replenish her gin and tonic, hold the lime, olives on the side.*
Sidenote: I think Daniel Radcliffe is a brilliant and perfect Harry Potter. I just wish he were a bit taller. I mean, come on Warner Brothers, at least have him stand on blocks or something.
Oh and in case you were wondering. Yeah. Not one of my prouder moments.