The Part Where “OOOHH BUUURN” Was Born
Okay, it wasn’t born there, exactly, because it was in “New Moon.” But this is where we started making fun of it. The Hindis had Mary and I over for dinner, and Emily made the most delicious pasta/sauce/salad I’ve had in a while. We exchanged small Christmas gifts and just hung around and caught up with each other. And started a new catch phrase. “Ooooo BUUUURN.” We were doing SOMETHING and talking about how silly New Moon was, and then we all just started saying it. A lot. In the voice. And then everyone we hung out with on the trip started saying it. Pretty awesome.
The Part Where We “Broke In” To Grandma’s
Fail moment of our first night in Vegas: After Lisa dropped us off after a night of fun, we keyed into the garage just fine, made it into the house alright and were then promptly foiled by the doggie gate. DOGGIE GATE. We poked and pushed at it for a good 10 minutes until I got fed up (I was tired and crazy jet-lagged) and just climbed over the thing. My feet barely touched, but I made it. Mary is short, she had trouble. I told her to just take off her pants and go for it (1. Everyone was asleep. 2. She didn’t.) but she ended up doing some sort of cheerleading kick and making it over.
The Part Where We Became Internet Sensations
Like how I phrase that like we actually did something spectacular? The day of the New Moon Parody shoot for The Hillywood Show, we were up around 330am, and on the road by 5am. Hey, it was better than the original plan of up around 1230am and on the road by 230am! We drove three hours into the California desert and spent the day there. There was no cell phone service OR bathrooms. That was fun. o_0 But we spend the day being red-cloak-extras and watching Jake take off his shirt a hundred times for one scene. Jake, we love you, but it was still kinda weird. Then we went to the part where Hillary has to run through all the extras. Girlfriend has FISTS OF FURY. We each definitely got punched in the boobs and ribcage. Worth it? Totally. You can see our faces in the parody around the 8-minute mark! Once all the shooting was finished, we drove another three hours back, and crashed around 8pm. We slept like we were getting paid to do it! Ie – HARDCORE.
The Part Where We Lived In Luxury
The plan for our trip was to stay at Grandma’s for the beginning, and then after filming was over, go to a hotel for a day or two because I (Sara) had never been to Vegas before and staying on the Strip is fun. Mary found a ballin’ hotel rate and we ended up at the Bellagio! First, we had lunch for Nikki’s birthday, then she, Hayley, Lisa and the two of us headed up to our room. The. room. was. awesome. Huge beds, walk in closets with lights (which I called Narnia), window shades that can be controlled with buttons, a really pimp clear shower box thing, a huge tub that we didn’t even use… yeah. Don’t worry, Lisa got our reactions on video. We spent the afternoon just hanging out and exploring the room, and then went out at night to just walk the strip. We caught a couple Bellagio water shows (note: the Titanic one kind of sucks… just walk away) and ran around to the different hotels in the area.
The Part Where We Had Vegas Chik-Fil-A
Vegas Chik-Fil-A is called Raisin’ Canes. Rumor was that it was better than Chick-Fil-A. I’ll say this… it was pretty close. The chicken was delicious, but there were really only two options for sauce. Ketchup or their special sauce (which had mayo, therefore, I hated). No sweet n sour or polynesian sauce! Fail! The sweet tea was rockin’ though. Oh man, now I want some.
The Part With Our BFF Day
Jake was free, so we invited him to our BFF day and just walked around the Strip some more. He treated us to lunch (since we ninja-d him the day before) and we went to Journey’s to get Mary some cool-kid Chucks and to Fossil to fix my beloved sunglasses. At some point, Jake loaned me a dollar for the Wheel of Fortune slots… and I won $9! I am a gambling pro, clearly. (Do not ask me where that $9 went… because we lost it to more slots. Stop judging us.) Best moment of the day: Just imagine this… Mary, Jake and Sara are walking down the street, being accosted by people wanting to give us flyers. All of us were dressed normally, and NO ONE was wearing clothes from the Edward Cullen closet. We go, “No thanks,” and keep walking. Random man goes, “You two ladies need to stop hanging out with a depressed vampire.” :O Yeah. That really happened.
The Part Where We Started A Gang
On this BFF day, we started the Thparkles gang. Jake is Thparkles, Mary is Thiny and I’m Twinkleth. We have a hand signal. So cool, obviously.
THAT TIME WE SAW CHER
Oh yes, Cher happened. Grandma called and said that she could get us tickets to Cher that night and asked if we wanted to go. UM, OBVIOUSLY! Mary and I got room service for dinner and headed over to Casesar’s to meet up with Jake and Hillary. We got to Caesar’s and guess what was playing in the area around the theatre? “Hot N’ Cold.” Guess who danced to it? Mary, Hillary and Sara. We’re cool. Really, really, really cool. Cher was freaking amazing, and while being some of the youngest people there, we knew all the words. We got excited for the dancers, screamed for Cher, danced out of our seats, and even made Cher TV before the show and showed the Thparkles Gang Sign to the entire arena. Again, with the coolness. There’s also a photo of it. Somewhere. We also stole the thparkle confetti from the floor.
The Part Where Drew Is An Amazing Friend
After Cher, we got surprised by DREW! He was away the whole time we were there, and Mary and I were really sad that we weren’t going to be able to see him. But he’s an amazing friend, and even after traveling then cleaning pools for a whole day, he came out to hang out with us for about half an hour. Gelato was had, hugs were given, and pictures were taken (even though I think Drew will beat me up if I show people!). All in all, it was basically the best surprise ever.
The Part Where We Had To Leave
This part sucked. We were emo all morning. Mary actually cried. Mary doesn’t cry too often. Usually, I’m the crier, but I didn’t shed any tears. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t hurting on the inside though. Sadness. Nikki came to drive us to the airport in her SWEET gold ’66 Mustang and guess what?! We were ALL wearing our brand spankin’ new Team Hillywood tshirts. We looked super cute. Nikki dropped us off at the airport and then we were SUPER sad because then it was back down to two, instead of the group of 5-6 (or whatever) that we had grown accustomed to.
*stay tuned for more!*
