Danielle Sepulveres

I’ve got the end of vacation blues BAD

One more Publix sub on the beach before heading to the airport

Lmao

I may have had some Prosecco on my train ride

Play blackjack like a man. Double down on 11. Hit on 16. Tell me I’m pretty.

I find gambling so unattractive. Your parlay this and your six points above the spread that is absolutely useless to me

Three live baseball games in three days plus peak baseball season temperatures and I can feel the winter depression leaving my body

SO TERRIBLE

It was going on one, two in the morning, and we were shooting what I felt was an important scene for me, when he makes an attempt to be quote-unquote straight, in a suit, and at the end of it he gets emotional and locks himself in the other room. And I felt like, I’m not getting what I want—I’m not happy with it. Mike was happy with it. He called me the next day and said, “I know you weren’t happy with the scene last night. Believe me, we wouldn’t have gone home if I had felt we weren’t getting it.” And then he sort of became my psychiatrist and said, “You find it difficult to be happy, don’t you? You find it difficult to enjoy things.” And I said, “Well, sometimes. Last night was about feeling too tired and not feeling I was reaching what I needed to reach for the scene.” He talked to me then about when he was making, I don’t know whether it was Virginia Woolf or The Graduate. He said, “I didn’t enjoy it for a second. I was worried about so many things.” And then he said, “You know, this is never going to happen again quite this way. You should try to allow yourself to enjoy this more. Take a minute a day, and then add a minute the next day, and another minute. Pretty soon, you’ll have hours of happiness.”

The Birdcage opened thirty years ago today, so in its honor, I want to share one of my favorite stories about Mike Nichols that didn't make it into my biography. This is from an interview I did with Nathan Lane.

I swear that airlines time the “it’s time to check in for your flight” email to absolutely kill your buzz while you’re having a fantabulous day

If I were, ostensibly, a journalist, I would not knowingly post demonstrably untrue statements.

Did we do it? Did we save Daylight?

Cubano sandwich from Sanguich in Miami

Chocolate and vanilla soft serve piled high in a baseball helmet with rainbow sprinkles at loandepot stadium in Miami

Happy Women’s Day to me tbh

man, i don’t know matt at all irl but ive read his stuff for years and let me just say that he’s not someone you lay off he’s someone you get in a bidding war over

Guy next to me on the train is clearly creating a deck for work and I desperately want to correct the grammar of his headlines but I shall refrain from

Clay Holmes

The WBC jerseys are so terrible

Team USA baby what are you doing

Walk into a bar and first person I meet is a retired baseball player

Sitting on a beach in 77 degree weather with my eyes closed while my best friend sits next to me reading my latest script and loling is truly my peak existence

I was there. It did not feel…good. But I want to be wrong.

It’s the 7th inning of a spring training game which means I no longer recognize the names of anyone on the field and there’s a pitcher with a 27.00 ERA on the mound

I AM AT A BASEBALL GAME

Moments like these make me feel for just a second that everything might be all right

I just had one of those moments where you laugh so hard at something that your stomach hurts and you’re also crying and then no sound is coming out and then you pause get composure momentarily and it starts all over again.

I swear it’s improved my sleep

I’m in Florida with some of the people I love most in this ridiculous world, it’s perfect weather, and I get to watch baseball games in person all weekend.

Look I’m not trying to say I’m skilled at manifesting but this morning at the airport I texted my guy to say I need impeachment solely bc I can’t stand looking at Noem’s hideous face on all the TV screens and midway through my flight he texted me and was like uhhhhh ask and you shall receive?

Would never sound fake to me

I am in a tuxedo