HAPPY WEEN OF THE HALLOW.

Airplanes, birthdays, weddings, dance parties, best coffee ever, fall family time.

More later, but Happy Halloween today!!!

FLASHBACK BIRTHDAY.

I'M THINKING ABOUT THESE THINGS.

SPOTTED.

This morning on my early morning run in the ridiculously beautiful, fall-has-arrived-in-the-trees park, I noticed someone up ahead of me in an ensemble that I knew I wanted to check out.

I picked up my pace.

What was that ensemble, you ask?

Bright explosively blue shiny spandex pants with a matching long sleeve turtle neck shirt, double ankle braces, double knee braces, a giant gold hoop earring in his left ear, black gloves, a ski cap, a diskman, AND a fanny pack.

I did a little drawing for you.

I'm being gracious by saying he was running. He was more scootin' and tootin' along, but I would slow down and take it easy, too, if I had on such a fabulous outfit. I'd want to be sure everyone could see me and take note.

Also, I give major high fives to anyone who is up and moving around. You go, Spandex Stan! You go!

And, to the freakishly old man who looked like he weighed about 4lbs and completely burned me at the end of the loop:

GOOD ON YA.

BESTIE X BESTIE.

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GLUG IT UP.

I think this is a genius idea.

OBSESSED.

I've been listening to Beach House for quite some time and Sanchez and I were lucky enough to see them live for his birthday last year. They are beyond, their most recent album is killer, and Lindsanity is finally starting to listen to them.

FINALLY.

Regarding "Take Care," one of the best tracks on the album, Lindsanity offered the following advice:

"Don't listen to it on the way in to work. Because you will want to get off the train, return to Brooklyn, get into bed, and sob."

My response:

"I'm already at work. Which is, like, better and worse. Because I want to weep anyways when I'm here because it blowz. And then adding this song to the mix, I'm just...I'm just.

I THINK I NEED TO BE HELD."

Behold.

And now watch the music video.

Don't be weirded out, don't be judgey, just let yourself get into it. I find it insanely heartbreaking and moving and uplifting. And you should, too.

ROGER THAT.

Email received upon arriving at work, sent by my partner in crime since the 6th grade:

"My client shat himself today. Happy Thursday! Cheers!"

IT JUST WASN'T TO MY LIKING.

Buffalo Grove authorities fielded a 911 call from a 10-year-old boy complaining about an unhappy meal served by his father, police confirmed Tuesday.

The boy dialed 911 about 7 p.m. on Thursday, Oct. 14, and said while the dinner his father gave him was edible, it wasn't to his liking, Buffalo Grove police Cmdr. Steve Husak said.

Husak didn't know what food was served. The boy's father was at the home at the time of the call, and police did speak to him, Husak said.

An officer advised the boy over the phone of when it is proper to dial 911, but no further action was taken.

“Most people utilize the 911 system correctly, however there are rare occasions in which citizens need to be reminded of the parameters of what is and is not a police matter," Husak said.

A similar incident happened in November 2009, when a 15-year-old Buffalo Grove boy called 911 to complain that his parents took away his video game system. The teen questioned if his parents had legal grounds to take away his joystick. Police told him to listen to his parents and no charges or arrests were made.

FROM THE NEW YORK TIMES LIVE BASEBALL BLOG.

"The Sandoval panda costumes for kids are adorable. Just remember, kids: real pandas don't step to the plate with a can of chewing tobacco sticking out of their back pockets.

And the hats look ridiculous on everyone over seven."

- NY Times.

BYE BYE BABY.

"This "fight song" was first used to open the radio broadcasts of Giants games on then flagship station KSFO in San Francisco. The saying is based off of the home run call of Hall Of Fame broadcaster Russ Hodges. An instrumental version is currently used on television at the end of the inning whenever a Giant hits a home run."

THE BOOK IS 25% OFF FOR A REASON.

THE SONGS.

Hey y'all. Here are the videos of our performances at the Memphis party. The first is our original tune, The Note Song. There's some voice-over from a video in the middle, so don't get confused. The second is our cover of "Someday" from the musical itself.

Hope you like 'em!

B. B. KINGS - PART 1 BACKSTAGE.

Last night my band had the extreme pleasure of playing at the "Memmy's," the giant party celebrating Memphis The Musical's first full year on Broadway. The insanely wonderful Miz Millah organized the entire evening which was held at B. B. Kings and it was a total blast. David Bryan, the keyboardist from Bon Jovi, wrote the music to the show and he was right there in the audience. We were asked to cover the song "Someday" from Memphis and were a bit nervous when we found out the guy who wrote it would be there. But, he came up to us afterwards and told us that we were great!

Relief!

Here are just a few shots from our dressing room backstage:

The Mandolin Man folding his pants to put in the fridge.

Bass Boy stole the banjo.

Oh, don't you just love her.

If you put the banjo and the melodica together you'd get a Banjodica.

Or a Melanjo.

The dudes.

It's never too late for a rehearsal.

Ahoy. I'm backstage.

Trying to squeeze us all in...

Wait for it...

Success!

More photos taken by an actual photographer to come. But thank you so much to Miz Millah and the entire Memphis team for such an incredible night!

WHY HER NICKNAME FITS.

My hilarious friend Rockelle invited me to a night of Karaoke at a bar hosted by her friend who just happens to own a bunch of equipment. Unfortunately I could not attend, but Rockelle did, and the re-telling of her performance via g-chat made me laugh out loud:

Rockelle: Oh Molly, you missed me being SO awesome.

Me: DAMMIT.

Rockelle: Like, I went there.

Me: HAHAHAH.

Rockelle: And then I went back.

Yeah.

4 words for you.

"Piece of My Heart."

Needless to say, I was sort of on a Maker's Mark IV.

Me: You are my hero.

Rockelle: And I may have followed that up with Drops of Jupiter by Train.

I CAN'T GET ENOUGH.

ALSO, THIS.

RANDOM IS THE WORD OF THE DAY.

1. My weekend out of town with the kids I teach was too cool for school. We even went apple picking and hit up a corn maze.

2. This is blowing my mind right now.

3. Monday night we had this outrageous hail storm and those balls of ice were giant. I thought my windows were going to explode, no joke. I was actually a little bit freaked out and texted my sister "Has the apocalypse arrived?" to which she replied "Apparently."

4. When you are experiencing a hail storm, the best thing to do is get in the bathtub with a glass of red wine. Do not reinforce your windows or purchase sandbags. Buy Malbec.

5. I think we all know who would win in the face of a natural disaster: Me.

6. I still don't have a dresser and am getting a little sick of having my unmentionables on the floor in a bag.

7. I love my apartment.

8. My band is performing at the year anniversary party for Memphis the Musical. Congratulations, Memphis! One year on Broadway!!!

9. Boustrophedon is a cool word.

10. I got my flu shot today for free from Actors' Equity. Thank you, Union!!!! Are you getting yours?

SUBWAY SLEEPING.

I sent this video to my homies and the response back from one of them was too funny not to post.

"i love this.

i always sleep on the train at night.

when i lived uptown, i would frequently sleep past my stop and wake up at 145th st in harlem. like every saturday night. i'd be like "oh shit, not again."

thank god i moved to bklyn and never ride the train on the weekends any more."

HAPPY LONG WEEKEND.

Fall has arrived and so have I.

I'm on sale at a farmer's market near you.

Have a wonderful Columbus Day Weekend and I will see you next week!

XO.

WHAT IS HAPPENING.

FOR STARTERS: MY BIRTHDAY MONTH HAS BEGUN.

Just wanted to get that out there.

Per the usual, time has been flying by and I can't keep track of where it has been running off to. But, things have been wonderful.

I repeat: Wonderful.

It is now officially fall. As I exclaimed to Mister Defender when we were at the farmer's market this weekend while I was gazing at the giant baskets of apples and butternut squash in the chilly morning, "HEY! IT'S FALL! WHO KNEW!?" Some people turned around and looked at me like I was an idiot.

It's cool, it's cool. I get that a lot.

I am now 70% settled into my new apartment and I don't ever want to leave it. It is so pretty and full of sunlight and clean and spacious. I have been sleeping well because it is so quiet, I have nice neighbors, and I have too many friends to count that live in walking distance of my new abode. I can't tell you how delightful it is to be able to walk out my front door and pop into a friend's apartment for a drink without having to take a train somewhere. I'm in heaven.

Also heaven? My new couch that my sister scored for me at Housing Works for super cheap. If The Sister says something is clean and in good condition, you better believe it is. Fantastic furniture for 2 great causes: charity and the prettification of my apartment.

Now I just need a few funky arm chairs, a dresser, a piano, and a bar cart. And a rug. And an iron. And a file cabinet. And...then I will have to make Sanchez come over and help me hang up my paintings.

To close I give you a random photo of me from this summer when Josebee and I stopped off at the A&W for lunch on our way back from our writer's retreat/swimming hole extravaganza.

The only vegetarian options were french fries and rootbeer floats.

I did not complain.

MY FEELINGS ABOUT TODAY.