Teleportation.

Idina is currently in Ohio. I wish I could teleport there for all three shows. Alas, I am heading to NYC to have my dreams crushed. Hopefully I will have fun until next Friday. And, who knows, maybe I'll bump into her somewhere randomly. It could happen.

I watched Private Practice last night. I like to support Idina's spouse as well. I think she would appreciate it. He was rather adorable playing basketball in a suit. It was the shoes that got me.

Wish me luck in the big apple. Also, wish me no muggins or assaults. And, hey, while your at it... wish me running into Idina. It couldn't hurt.

Brag.

I am going to brag for a second about my trip to DC. The trip where I saw Idina in concert. Yeah, that one.

If you have been following this here blog for some time, then you will remember said concert. You may also remember the fantabulous moment when Idina sang "What I did for Love" while Marvin Hamlisch played the piano. It was an incredible moment in my life.

Now, I will direct you to last night's episode of Glee. What, might you ask, was the last song of the episode? Oh, no biggy... Just "What I did for Love," but sung by Lea Michele.

I got mad respect for Lea. I do. I just want to say that it just didn't compare to Idina in DC. I mean, Marvin Hamlisch accompanied those insane pipes of hers. You just can't top a performance like that... you can't.

I did, however, slightly pee myself. Oh how I do love Glee. I haven't been so peeful since the episode where Idina sang Barbra.

OHHH! OHHH! Maybe I can somehow add my video of Dee's performance. It sounds amazing but it's nothing compared to hearing it with live ears. I keep wondering if that was just a treat or if it is done at all of her recent symphony shows I guess I will come to see in Atlanta! Oh, I need to ask for that day off work. I should probably wait until I get back from NYC and have worked a little more. It is just one day. If not, I will be forced to quit. The struggles of being an adult... Sigh.

NOTE: I attempted three times and the video would not upload. Curses.

Laser.

Laura, if you still read this... I pulled a Scott today. I got a greatest hits album on iTunes because the price was so overwhelmingly right. I was just going to buy a couple songs from The Smiths, but you know how I cannot resist an iTunes bargain.

Also, I offered to swirl at the new store on Friday night. I doubt Mar will take me up on the offer but it might impede on Salsa. I will get back to you.

I have decided to use this blog as my own personal Laura connection today. I hate that I can't text you sweet nothings all day. Get rid of that Zack Morris business. Pronto. There are just some things I cannot text your husband!

Anywho, on to Idina importantness. I am coming to terms with the fact that no one reads this blog and that Idina will never know how I feel about her. Does my blog come across as a bit too fanatical? Should I be glad she doesn't know about it?? I have so many questions. I can never tell if people understand the fine line that is my sense of humor.

Alas, I will never know.

Doodly Doo,

I was told today that I should be paid to blog. Do you hear that Idina? I keep saying it... when will you listen to my loyal fans?? I am up to five followers now. I am kind of a big deal on the intraweb, okay? Jump on that train lady!!!

Day one of actual work was a success. Add this to my qualifications Ms. Menzel... I can now make cold calls to strangers and type emails at a rather fast pace. You need me on your team. NEED.

Countdown NYC is approaching. I wish I planned on staying until Sunday so I could go to Dee's show on Saturday night. I am such a poor planner.

I would like to take this moment to point out that I have referred to one Idina Menzel in three (four if you count the most recent use of her full name) different ways. I like to switch it up in my blog. I'd hate for my readers to get bored.

It's official.

I have already failed. I missed a day of blogging. Since it was a weekend, I think I should be excuses Ms. Menzel. Thank you kindly.

I bought my tiny shampoo bottles today. I need to mentally pack. What would Idina pack? I'm glad I brought that up. I still have yet to pinpoint Idina's fashion. She ain't too glam, but she can rock a gown. I just don't know. Her street attire seems to be strictly jeans and tshirts. I approve. Is that the Mommy side of her or has she always been that way?

New project... I need to start chronicling Idina's fashion throughout the years. I'm talking everyday get ups as well as premieres/award shows. Google is going to love me over the next few weeks. Months even. How long does it take to chronicle a lifetime of fashion choices anyway? Time will tell.

Fail...

I have prepared myself for failure. I will not post an entry every day for the next two weeks. I am just trying to warn my faithful followers. I know... I know, you guys are tres disappointed. Apologies.

Busy weekend. That's right. Weekend. As in two whole days. Hip hip hooray.

Oh yeah and Idina is great. She sings great. I like that she sings. I like how she sings. Poker face is funny when she sings it. That about sums it up. Kinda.

I know....

I know this is the third blog in one day, but I just found myself sobbing.

I google newsed Idina like usual and I found out that I missed a free concert in NYC. She sang at Michael Kors fashion night out on the 10th.

I got to see the youtube of it and I teared up at the realization that Idina is way too flippin' busy to ever consider meeting a fan at a bar the night before she has to perform in New York.

I think I am on crack.

And, I didn't sob, okay? It was a small tear but it might as well have been a sob. I am even more crushed than I remember being an hour ago when I prepared myself to be disappointed.

We will always have DC Dee... and soon enough we will have Atlanta, my friend. SIGH.

She is really so good. Will blog tomorrow about how good though. I've had enough turmoil for one day. Flattery will only rub salt in my wounds.

note

to self...

Do not write a blog entry over cereal before going to work in the morning. I apologize to whomever chose to read that garbage. It was madness.

I got in with the cool smoker crowd at work today. I am really working my way up the social ladder at this place and I haven't even been there a week. I amaze myself some days. Truly.

Currently obsessed with... (other than one Idina Menzel)- Dexter. I love that serial killin' fool. I love Rita. I love everything about that stinkin' show. Netflix is about to be on Dexter Season 3 overload.

Cannot believe I have a weekend. A real weekend ahead of me.

I have so much to do before New York. I have a goal of at least one blog per day. I have tiny shampoo bottles to purchase. I mean, I already feel overwhelmed. Not to mention... I need to prepare my heart to be broken. Idina will not hear about my blog desperation. She will not come to meet me and I will be crushed. Consider myself prepared.

Let's be honest for a minute. Even if she did happen, on some off the wall miracle of a chance, to read this blog... the likeliness of her finding me charming is slim. Not many people understand me. It is far more likely that I will be served with a restraining order in all actuality.

OH MY. What if that does happen? All that money I spent on tickets to Atlanta will be wasted. I think I am about to have a panic attack. My chest is suddenly very tight... Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts, Morgan.

Funny... Did you hear that? Funny. Yeah, the guy said, "Honey, you're a funny girl."

Phew. All better. May Idina singing Streisand always give me strength.

I think I missed Sesame Street. There was no official date and I am certainly not going to tivo every episode. Is that show daily or weekly? Regardless... I will catch it on youtube.

Wherever Idina is... I hope she finds much comfort in the fact that she has one fan out there who finds a reason to occasionally blog about her (my) own fanliness. (Fanliness - not a word. Well blogger, it is now.)

New Job.

It has been a while since I've blogged about my life in regards to my thoughts about Idina and her life. I started the new job on Monday and I happen to be quite bored at the moment. Training is not thrilling. I get to start for real Monday. Um, yay.

It has come to my attention that my New York trip is fast approaching. I have not blogged enough. Idina will never come. Ha. I still get to see her in Atlanta. Yes, she will be performing and yes, there will be a ton of security but it will be like we are old friends having a reunion.

I can't wait to hear her new stories. I don't know if you (my three readers) know how funny she is. I hope I did her justice when I retold every story to you guys at work. I'm good, but I'm not Idina good.

News flash.... It just hit me. Who am I going to relay my Idina news to at work? Maybe one of these women is a closet Dee fan.

Oh, should I or shouldn't I bring my Wicked playbill to Atlanta? Definitely not going to bring it to New York. How would I explain that one? it is ridiculous. And that is coming from me. So, anyway... Sidestage Atl... Playbill signage? Too much? Hmf. I am going to clam up. What do you say to your idol? Ugh, they don't prepare you for this in college. It most likely won't happen, so I'm sure that's why they took it out of their curriculum. Duh. What was I thinking?

Honesty.

As a pillar of honesty I myself am willing to admit that yes I do google news the name Idina Menzel quite often. I happened upon a lovely photo session of Idina and Taye at an LA farmer's market with that adorable kid of theirs. The website, aptly named something like accidentallysexy, featured about 16 stalker worthy pics that I made notes on and color copied on my at home Idina print account through the local Kinkos. So precious.

Honestly, right now I am feeling bad that I did not blog about Walker on his first Birthday. Poor kid, I really let him down this time. Next year next year.

It is interesting to see photos of Idina and the fam on an exact date and then compare a day in the life to a day in my life. I need to go back and look at my blog on August 22nd, the day of aforementioned stalker shots... I believe I was in a hospital room blogging about an Idina song or something of the sort.

Basically, we lead exactly the same life.

When Dee was celebrating her sons first Birthday... I was having sushi with a girl friend? Or eating at my grandmas? Or working? It is possible that all or none of those scenarios could apply. I'm just saying... Such a mundane day in my life was such a joyous day in the life of my idol. I really have some evaluating to do.

A lot needs to change if this blog is going to be read by more than 3 people and if Idina is going to consider meeting me at Bar Nine in NYC. Sans Walker I'd hope. And with security or atleast a New York cabby for protection. Who knows what kind of condition I am gonna be in... Remember folks I am going to be homeless for a week. I think its gonna make me apprciate things or something? Or not... Won't know until I try.

Oh, Idina and Taye on Sesame Street. That deserves a whole blog in itself. All in time followers. All in time.

NYC.

So, I have no clue where I will be sleeping in NYC but I will still be at Bar Nine on October 1 Idina... Just might be looking rough and/or sleeping in the alley next to the place. No biggy. Not worried. Idina wouldn't be panicking right now. Of course not. She has her shiz together. Hmf.

I thoroughly enjoy that I have Labor Day off and I thoroughly enjoy that I only have two more days of my current job left. Every day that I continue to swirl solidifies that I made the proper life decision. Going to miss seeing my friends every day though.

I have no idea what to bring to the city in September clothes wise. I am really going to have to keep asking myself, "What would Idina do?" as I pack. It is pretty important that I have the proper attire if I am going to be sleeping on the streets.