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I got a call at the last minute from Liz saying that she had a gig going on on friday night, but alas, Dave was driving, and we were already set for Underground. It's partly the addiction of it all; partly the need to see the scene; partly the need to get trashed without having to "train" a bartender; and it is largely a comfort factor. No fear of living on the wall. Safe, which is something that I've been in need of lately. A womb of safety, especially since I'm working without a safety net.
Got there and began tilting the elbow and dancing and dancing, and tilting, and dancing, and then realizing that I hadn't eaten dinner. "Well, fuck. Forget about it..." I danced and didn't think too much about.
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snuff_daddy), and Alice were there, and somewhere in all of that Maggie (nee, Margaret, missbritishpop), Michael (europopkid), Glen, Rena, and a bunch of the usual freaks showed up and played.
Dave attempted to get me to beer goggle.
"Dude, you want that chick there!"
"What? No. No. NO!"
"You so do."
"Up yours, dude...well, maybe--NO!"
"Go for it!"
"Friends don't let friends beer goggle."
"They do if it's funny."
I resisted, even though at one point I ended up slow dancing to "Parklife" (WTF?) with her...I turned around later and she had like three guys surrounding her...whatever, I wasn't interested to begin with. See, I had an AGENDA: Dance and Drink.
So, I danced and drank, and had a grand old time. Got back to Canters later with the peeps, and ate until really really late. And oggled the Holly Golightly wanna be's that litered the back room. Dave and I both managed to catch one girl at a table next to us bending over, and DEAR GOD HER LEGS! WOOMPA. Bless the man who created short skirts. Thank you, sir.
Got home and crashed out sometime around 4:15am or so. I *think*
I awoke on saturday morning to the ever loved classic: "Son, can you move your car, we want to get out."
I managed to do a thing or two around the house, chit chat online, and (thanks to the illustrious pimping of Anna [vsprtn]), talk to a really neat young lady who I'm going to meet up with on Monday for dinner and drinks. Let's hope Anthony's jaded bitterness doesn't lead to self-sabotage, as it is often apt to do.
Anyrate, got myself together, threw on my PJ bottoms and hauled on up to Alex's for his and Margaret's collecive birthday party--Pajama Party Style. B-----, Jer (fajitas) 'n Tonia, Eric, Jeff and Stacy, Alice 'n Drew and Sarah, and Jen were all there; and indeed, so were a couple of other folks who names have been erased from my memory by far too many overlapping conversations and too many names within too little space of mind. Jen had brought a friend of hers and Alex along with as well, who was mighty cute...damn my horrible memory...but New York, you have a HORDE of the cuties...why I can't deal with that city, is beyond me...
Anyrate, there was scotch, and cake, and bad music provided by moi, and lots of great Geek Conversation (Live action vs. Animated Transformer movies and the virtues therin), and domestic conversation (I've never heard so many people proclaiming the glories of The Swiffer), and movie talk. LOTS of Movie talk.
Got to meet this guy Jaff, who Alex had worked with on a project a while back. Alex had cut together some of the footage we got and culled a nice looking trailer to what we've now titled "A Perfect Life." He showed it to Jaff, who really liked what we had, and had a lot of nice things to say.
Alex was showing it to everyone, and I admit that I had to look at it a couple of times. Alex was really proud of what he'd put together, and rightly so. It looks damn good, and I'm glad that his vision of my funky little script was tight, and pretty damn near dead on to what I had in my head. It's going to be pretty, I think. I'm glad to be working with him.
A bunch of us sat around running our mouths about gaming, and movies, and life and such and such for a goodly while. I sat and had a long talk with Tonia about my (don't laugh) shyness (SHUT UP), and talking about stuff, like my goofiness being a cover for my myriad of insecurites. She's a good listener, she is. Jer, ya done good, son. Ya done good. ;-)
As the night went on, I think that I got a little bit down, but nothing unusual for me. I think it was just a matter of being around so many damn couples--so many happy, sucessful couples around my age--that gets to me. It does, and it's something that I'm dealing with on a continuous basis, so whatever. I get over it, get through it, and move on.
Our numbers dwindled, and there was that kind of neat, intelligent, but slightly goofy conversation that happens late at night when there are that many smart people around.
Rolled into bed sometime around 3:30, 4am or so.
"Baby, sorry to do this to you again, but can you move the car? Or even better, do you want to come to breakfast with us?"
"No, thank you. Love you. Moving car now."
I pulled back into the driveway this morning, walked around in circles for a little bit and then logged on the net for searches, mail checking and chatting.
Pulled myself off, watched the episodes Survivor I'd missed, and then got up, got cleaned up and head out to hang with Marc (thrasymachos), Kylie (kyillee), and Holly (chatoyn) to see The Incredibles.
Good movie. Really Good movie. Great movie. Much liking, there. And got to see how a stretchy type person should act. Yes, Darlink... And Marc and Kylie were being cute.
Started falling asleep while hanging out afterwards, so had to get moving like shark, or die. So I rolled back into my car, watched the little sprinkles, and made my way back towards home, blasting the Magnolia Soundtrack, and singing along, badly.
While driving, I had the sudden urge not to go home, and amidst writing dialogue on the go (Glad I remembered to put the tape recorder back in the glove compartment), I decided to head to Long Beach instead of Compton, and went--yes--to the movies.
I Heart Huckabees...again...I think there is something in there that I needed to capture for myself. For my head. For my state of mind. Or at least to know that there's something...that I'm not just...I needed to connect for fear of falling...I needed "the blanket."
"No fertilizer, no magic."
I got there a bit early (or a bit late, depending on how you look at it), so I did what any stupid person like me could do, and walked to the Barnes & Nobles next door to kill time. Wandered down into the fiction section, and fell in with the Mario Puzo, started reading The Godfather, and ended up getting on page 60 or so before I figured it was time to head back. Bought the book (I really need to start finishing these damn things before buying more, huh?), and walked over to the theatre.
There were only nine of us in there, and myself being--yup, you guessed it, "Guy Solo." I ate my hotdog and enjoyed the previews.
So I have new films for my list of "must see, dammit":
In Good Company, which has Dennis Quaid, Topher Grace and Scarlett Johansson, in what looks like a really good film. Looking forward to that.
TheLife Aquatic with Steve Zissou, which has Bill Murray, Angelica Huston, Willam Dafoe, Cate Blanchet, and Owen Wilson. I mean, daaaaamn, man. Looks like a hoot.
Sideways, which just looks good. The much under appreciated Paul Giamatti, Virginia Madsen and the DELICIOUS Sandra Oh are in this one. And I'll admit, Sandra Oh is a big reason for me wanting to see this one...but it's still a guy flick. Sorta. Romance. Buddy flick. Bachelor party finding yourself kinda thing. yeah. From the same guy who wrote Election.
I love Fox Searchlight films. They make me happy. Now if they'd just put more of them into wide release, dammit.
After the film, I walked out of the theatre. It had rained and the world was thick and wet with tiny sparkling pools of liquid moonlight.
I stood outside my car and read aloud...about Luca Brasi, and how Vito Corleone embraced him as a friend, as a valued person--"as royalty accepts a loyal subject." No one was around, and my voice echoed a little bit against the concrete buildings. I laughed, tossed the book on the seat, and drove off--all the while thinking about where on the blanket I belong.
Got there and began tilting the elbow and dancing and dancing, and tilting, and dancing, and then realizing that I hadn't eaten dinner. "Well, fuck. Forget about it..." I danced and didn't think too much about.
Drew (
snuff_daddy), and Alice were there, and somewhere in all of that Maggie (nee, Margaret, missbritishpop), Michael (europopkid), Glen, Rena, and a bunch of the usual freaks showed up and played. Dave attempted to get me to beer goggle.
"Dude, you want that chick there!"
"What? No. No. NO!"
"You so do."
"Up yours, dude...well, maybe--NO!"
"Go for it!"
"Friends don't let friends beer goggle."
"They do if it's funny."
I resisted, even though at one point I ended up slow dancing to "Parklife" (WTF?) with her...I turned around later and she had like three guys surrounding her...whatever, I wasn't interested to begin with. See, I had an AGENDA: Dance and Drink.
So, I danced and drank, and had a grand old time. Got back to Canters later with the peeps, and ate until really really late. And oggled the Holly Golightly wanna be's that litered the back room. Dave and I both managed to catch one girl at a table next to us bending over, and DEAR GOD HER LEGS! WOOMPA. Bless the man who created short skirts. Thank you, sir.
Got home and crashed out sometime around 4:15am or so. I *think*
I awoke on saturday morning to the ever loved classic: "Son, can you move your car, we want to get out."
I managed to do a thing or two around the house, chit chat online, and (thanks to the illustrious pimping of Anna [
vsprtn]), talk to a really neat young lady who I'm going to meet up with on Monday for dinner and drinks. Let's hope Anthony's jaded bitterness doesn't lead to self-sabotage, as it is often apt to do.Anyrate, got myself together, threw on my PJ bottoms and hauled on up to Alex's for his and Margaret's collecive birthday party--Pajama Party Style. B-----, Jer (
fajitas) 'n Tonia, Eric, Jeff and Stacy, Alice 'n Drew and Sarah, and Jen were all there; and indeed, so were a couple of other folks who names have been erased from my memory by far too many overlapping conversations and too many names within too little space of mind. Jen had brought a friend of hers and Alex along with as well, who was mighty cute...damn my horrible memory...but New York, you have a HORDE of the cuties...why I can't deal with that city, is beyond me...Anyrate, there was scotch, and cake, and bad music provided by moi, and lots of great Geek Conversation (Live action vs. Animated Transformer movies and the virtues therin), and domestic conversation (I've never heard so many people proclaiming the glories of The Swiffer), and movie talk. LOTS of Movie talk.
Got to meet this guy Jaff, who Alex had worked with on a project a while back. Alex had cut together some of the footage we got and culled a nice looking trailer to what we've now titled "A Perfect Life." He showed it to Jaff, who really liked what we had, and had a lot of nice things to say.
Alex was showing it to everyone, and I admit that I had to look at it a couple of times. Alex was really proud of what he'd put together, and rightly so. It looks damn good, and I'm glad that his vision of my funky little script was tight, and pretty damn near dead on to what I had in my head. It's going to be pretty, I think. I'm glad to be working with him.
A bunch of us sat around running our mouths about gaming, and movies, and life and such and such for a goodly while. I sat and had a long talk with Tonia about my (don't laugh) shyness (SHUT UP), and talking about stuff, like my goofiness being a cover for my myriad of insecurites. She's a good listener, she is. Jer, ya done good, son. Ya done good. ;-)
As the night went on, I think that I got a little bit down, but nothing unusual for me. I think it was just a matter of being around so many damn couples--so many happy, sucessful couples around my age--that gets to me. It does, and it's something that I'm dealing with on a continuous basis, so whatever. I get over it, get through it, and move on.
Our numbers dwindled, and there was that kind of neat, intelligent, but slightly goofy conversation that happens late at night when there are that many smart people around.
Rolled into bed sometime around 3:30, 4am or so.
"Baby, sorry to do this to you again, but can you move the car? Or even better, do you want to come to breakfast with us?"
"No, thank you. Love you. Moving car now."
I pulled back into the driveway this morning, walked around in circles for a little bit and then logged on the net for searches, mail checking and chatting.
Pulled myself off, watched the episodes Survivor I'd missed, and then got up, got cleaned up and head out to hang with Marc (
thrasymachos), Kylie (kyillee), and Holly (chatoyn) to see The Incredibles.Good movie. Really Good movie. Great movie. Much liking, there. And got to see how a stretchy type person should act. Yes, Darlink... And Marc and Kylie were being cute.
Started falling asleep while hanging out afterwards, so had to get moving like shark, or die. So I rolled back into my car, watched the little sprinkles, and made my way back towards home, blasting the Magnolia Soundtrack, and singing along, badly.
While driving, I had the sudden urge not to go home, and amidst writing dialogue on the go (Glad I remembered to put the tape recorder back in the glove compartment), I decided to head to Long Beach instead of Compton, and went--yes--to the movies.
I Heart Huckabees...again...I think there is something in there that I needed to capture for myself. For my head. For my state of mind. Or at least to know that there's something...that I'm not just...I needed to connect for fear of falling...I needed "the blanket."
"No fertilizer, no magic."
I got there a bit early (or a bit late, depending on how you look at it), so I did what any stupid person like me could do, and walked to the Barnes & Nobles next door to kill time. Wandered down into the fiction section, and fell in with the Mario Puzo, started reading The Godfather, and ended up getting on page 60 or so before I figured it was time to head back. Bought the book (I really need to start finishing these damn things before buying more, huh?), and walked over to the theatre.
There were only nine of us in there, and myself being--yup, you guessed it, "Guy Solo." I ate my hotdog and enjoyed the previews.
So I have new films for my list of "must see, dammit":
I love Fox Searchlight films. They make me happy. Now if they'd just put more of them into wide release, dammit.
After the film, I walked out of the theatre. It had rained and the world was thick and wet with tiny sparkling pools of liquid moonlight.
I stood outside my car and read aloud...about Luca Brasi, and how Vito Corleone embraced him as a friend, as a valued person--"as royalty accepts a loyal subject." No one was around, and my voice echoed a little bit against the concrete buildings. I laughed, tossed the book on the seat, and drove off--all the while thinking about where on the blanket I belong.
