She's a lot like Catwoman, just without the leather.
Laura. 20. Canadian.
I started writing my agent an e-mail asking if I could leave after my first week there. I was literally in the middle of writing it when I heard a knock on my and Kristen [Wiig]’s door. It was Amy Poehler.
ME: Hi. Kristen is on the stage, I think, but I can leave her a message.
AMY: Oh, I wanted to talk to you.
Amy went on to ask if I was going to go out with some of the writers and actors after work. I nodded yes, which was a huge lie. I had planned on sprinting back to the Sofitel and falling asleep watching the syndicated That 70’s Show, which I had done every night since I landed in New York. But Amy, being warm, prescient, Amy, said knowingly, “Why don’t I just wait here for you and we can walk over together?”
That’s the moment I started adoring Amy Poehler. She knew I was going to be a coward, and she was going to have to gently facilitate me into being social. We walked over with a big group of people and Amy asked me about my life in L.A. I told her, super self-conscious about seeming nervous. When I said something even a little bit funny, Amy cackled warmly. (This sounds weird, but that’s the best way I know to describe Amy Poehler’s laugh: a warm, intoxicating cackle.)
…I stayed the second week at SNL. All the humiliation was worth it for the one shining moment when Amy Poehler proposed we walk a few blocks together, late at night, in New York City in 2006.