Last night was simultaneously boring and insane. Lots of laughter, although I don't remember what about. Alan spent several hours chasing me, trying to poke me (arrrgh), and when it got insanely cold, we ended up sitting around the TV wrapped in blankets. [Crazy] Dave and his breathing apparatus thing spent the night, which made for much interesting-ness. No James; Jaime has yet to come back (although she called at 6.30am and said in the voicemail that "I was probably awake"); and we were blessed with the presence of a very loud, borderline violent arguing couple at 4am.

Now there's a guy from Forbidden Planet running a CCG tournament, and Victor is playing Rogue Squadron on Ben's Gamecube. I think I need to make a Duane Reade run, since I figured out how to do the full parade hairstyle and want to do it for the wedding. There are about thirty-five people here right now, and everyone expects today to be packed. Continuing to be a consummate line whore.

Just shot a roll of film, yay. Everyone is actually really understanding about me running around with my camera, since I have a tendency to either shoot random shit or shove my lens in people's faces (both have happened today). It's really warm, although the shade is fast approaching; lots of jokes about John [G]'s paleness. Two hours until the wedding, and I think I'll eat and knit now.

For a change.

Upon Tom getting Amit's attention for a picture:

Tom: "Look at that transformation."
Me (to Amit): "Yeah, you're just a closet camera whore."
Amit: "Yeah, you know me. [pause] I'm a whore in general."

It's all quite simple, really. Two line members were planning a mock wedding today outside the Zieg. When Conan's crew was here on Thursday, somebody told them about the wedding, so they, along with Robert Smigel and the dog puppet [Triumph], came today. I brought my diadem and makeup and finished just as filming was starting. After an hour (probably), which included the wedding, impromptu pictures with another bridal party driving past, an interview with Spanish TV in which I was asked how I felt and what I had for breakfast, Justen catching the bouquet, kids staring endlessly at a girl with a Star Wars head and an Earth body, and multiple dog-humpings - the masturbating bear shows up. And masturbates against Mario. Then, a publicity crew for "Dinotopia" turns up with shirts and a dinosaur, and the dog gets a blow job from the dog. Then the dog donates $5 to Starlight and humps the can. Smigel poses for pictures with Rob and Amit, shows us the cartoon that's running on SNL tonight, then talks with Steve, Byron, Amit, and Cullen (I think) about what could be changed.

It's calmed down now - easily forty line people here, but no media or tourist craziness. I'm sure I've forgotten an assload of stuff, so I'll add that as I think of it.

Just wow.

This line makes me so deliriously happy. I'm not particularly doing anything or talking to anyone - just sitting here, on this block, in this chair, in this environment is so - soothing? I truly can't believe that the line is almost over, and yet I can't imagine a time when I didn't know these people.

After the hours of craziness, everyone got catty and tired for a while. As I was approaching a state of irritation with all the negativity, I leaned back, closed my eyes, and just existed. I heard the cars and the people and the music without listening to anything. I just was.