Sometimes…
I feel like. I’m five. different. people.
Today was one of those days. I was so busy with work crap. “Operation Banner Burned Down” will remain classified, but I can confirm that “the lipgloss is in the sequined clutch” for those of you in the know. I think Denise liked her little teapot-thank you gift and I have seen the Studio iMac with my own eyes, so it’s actually, truly real. Anyway, hour 7 of this 12 hour day is nigh and I’m beginning to fade, just a little.
Maybe if I weren’t absolutely famished. Why didn’t I pack a dinner? Why?
A conversation with Denise that had me giggling all the way up here this evening:
Me, entering hallway, exiting office: “Oh, hey Denise…I’m heading out.”
Denise, very seriously: “Okay…I need to talk to you about something.”
Me: “Oh?”
Denise, coming close: “Yeah.”
Denise: “Can you open this bottle of water?”
Me, chuckling: “God dammit, I hate you.”
Right! The Evening with Poe (or somesuch) in Elizabethtown. It was great. The mansion, our setting for the evening, was circa 1700 and filled with all kinds of great, ghoulish decorations. There were probably six players, all in character, who greeted us and kept us entertained throughout the evening. There was a reading of “The Tell-tale Heart,” “The Black Cat” and “The Raven” and enough riesling to make me feel nice and warmly cozy. Okay, I was tipsy. Nicole had a crush on Lord Byron. I flirted (alternately) with Becky and Anthony later, at Linden Diner.
*swell*
Okay, back to shooting students…er…working in the studio cube. Coffee with Hannah later.