The movie that I'm trying to get the financier to back from the dinner party with Dad's Bags also has another studio bite and I suggested Joseph Gordon Levitt for the male lead. Now everyone seems to think that it's a done deal and the movie depends on me being able to convince him to do it. Since I only know him in passing, and it was MY IDEA, this kind of seems like I just shot myself in the foot.
So I called up our mutual friend whom I've known for years. The first time, I forgot I was on the phone because 'Suddenly I see' was on the radio and I got distracted and hung up. The second time, I harassed him. The third, I apologized for harassing him and said I wanted to hang out with him socially. Which is true because he's great, but I hadn't seen him in six months. Wouldn't you know it, I went to Swingers in the middle of the night and there he was. Providence. The Secret. One hell of a coincidence anyway.
The friend I'd brought with me decided that we shouldn't get fried chicken and french fries at 2:30 in the morning, so we got green salads but when I was on my way to the bathroom, I saw that some girl who'd obviously been on a DATE had ordered what we'd wanted and barely touched it. I barely resisted whisking it off to the loo to eat in private. When I came back, my friend was demolishing the girl's plate. Love him.
Went on another photo shoot. The photographer, LAST time I saw him, said "You look skinny," and I told him, "Yeah, I've been depressed." "Good job!" he enthused. I guess when you're used to shooting models, anyone under 5'10 or over 120 looks dumpy.
I mentioned in my last post that I'd missed Travis at Coachella and that a good friend had gotten me tickets to the San Francisco show. Well, with my propensity for planning, it started to look like a worse and worse idea. My Sacramento friend's boyfriend said she was having a crisis and couldn't come to the phone to tell me whether or not she could pick me up. Tickets on the web were jumping in twenty dollar increments before I could enter my credit card information, but I felt like I was looking a gift horse in the mouth if I didn't go. So I just spurred that baby on, "YAAAAAH! STOP EATING THE SHRUBBERY, STUPID!" And I got a ticket and went by myself. Almost missed the plane there and back.
Probably shouldn't have watched 'Vacancy' before staying in a cheap motel alone, and ended up giving my extra concert ticket to some broke college student and spending a bajillion dollars on taxis before I spotted a bus and thought, 'Oh yeah. People take buses.' It's actually a very relaxing way to travel if only I remembered exactly where my hotel was and not just that the bus stop smelled like fried chicken.
I thought I'd walk from the airport Travelodge to downtown, but am glad I saw the bus.
Victorian houses from said bus.
When my phone died, I was confronted and comforted by this sticker. This is a pay phone near Chinatown, S.F. and it looks like my bar code-in-the-wrist idea is not far off. Cheers!
The Travis show was terrific! My favorite song, "Flowers in the window," he actually played away from the microphone so we could all sing along and he was not in a position of overwhelming decibelic power. Then, at the end he said he wanted everyone to 'pogo' and the whole crowd was jumping up and down. Wish I were not incontinent and also wish I had brought another pair of jeans instead of just shoving undies and a toothbrush into my purse.
Ante Script: I made it seem in my last post that I still think it's funny to impersonate and take advantage of the mentally handicapped. I am sorry I offended everyone with a prank I pulled as a kid. I lacked the maturity to see just how cruel and mean it was, and I'll never forget it.
Bijou Phillips has had some really good weeks, so I'll give her a break about this.
