Well, dear readers, I will write these damn notes in a hurry, I will get them posted, and I WILL spend two more hours writing before bed. I WILL and I don’t care who knows it. I am not to be toyed with, I WILL damn well do what I need to do and that is damn well it. So, let me give you the highlights and lowlights of yesterday in a nutshell. I went to bed late and got up late but did get a little over eight hours of sleep. I did manage to write fourteen pages, which is why I was up late. Once up, I had to get coherent, I ordered my grilled chicken pasta thing from Stanley’s and it arrived very quickly, fifteen minutes later. It was good but much less chicken than usual. I futzed and finessed for at least ninety minutes, then wrote three new pages. I took a brief break and then wrote four or five more new pages and am in the tricky ending sequence of the book, probably ten to fifteen pages to go, twenty at the most. I am just about to cross 50,000 words. Then I showered and got ready for the opening night. There was a package out front – my address on the people across the street’s package. This has been going on for years – it’s one company, they input the wrong address at some point, and they have told me repeatedly they’d get it fixed. And it’s then up to me to take it over there and leave it on their doorstep, which I did. Only because of the way these cretins park their cretinous cars there’s barely any room to get around them like a normal person. I lost my footing trying not to veer into their shrubbery and went down hard on both knees and stopped myself from going down further with my elbow. I had on new slacks and a new sweater and had I torn holes in any of it I would have banged on their door and given them a piece of my mind. I know they were home because I could see the husband sitting at the kitchen table. I was not exactly silent when I went down, in fact I yelled at the top of my lungs “son of a bitch” “damn them, damn them all to HELL” and a few other things. There was no way for the idiot sitting at the kitchen table not to hear me – did he come out to make sure I was all right? Noooooo, he did not. The next time this happens with a package of theirs at my house, I will either deposit it directly into the trash, or I’ll call UPS and have them return the package as undeliverable. So, as you might imagine, I was not a happy camper. My right knee was lightly bleeding, and my left knee was scraped but not bleeding. But boy did they hurt, and I’ll probably be sore when I get up in the morning. My elbow is also sore.
I stopped at the mail place and picked up a package from far off Australia – the set of eight count them eight lobby cards from the Australian showing of The First Nudie Musical. Paramount, in a really jerky move, never did lobby cards here in the US – we are, in fact, the ONLY Paramount film in HISTORY not to have lobby cards. But they did them for Australia and now I have the set – the photos are black-and-white but they’re fun and the funny part is that for any photo that had nudity they drew costumes on. Then I went to the theater to see a play I’d never heard of – The Curious Savage by John Patrick. Interestingly, it’s been produced quite a bit – the interesting part being that it was a huge flop, running less than a month. It’s a gentle comedy with some good laughs and the audience seemed to enjoy it. Everyone in the show did a good job. I only wish that they would not turn three act plays into two act plays. It makes the first act way too long, but more importantly, these shows were written and structured to be in three acts. When we did Dial ‘M’ for Murder and The Man Who Came to Dinner, I insisted they be done as they were written in terms of the three-act structure. Anyway, it was fun to see the play.
There was a party after, I had a little salad and then came right home.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll futz and finesse, and then I do believe I’ll have a shot at finishing the book, especially if I do the six or seven pages before bed. Then I’ll send the remaining batch of pages to Muse Margaret. At four or whenever I’ll be attending a birthday party. I won’t stay long, however, because the birthday girl has cats. So, I’ll come home and watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, if I’ve finished the book, I’ll have a celebratory meal. Monday, I have an eye doctor appointment and frankly I’m really getting tired of these appointments – I just want the issue fixed. After that, we have more auditions. Tuesday is callbacks and hopefully by then we’ll be fully cast. I will need a ME day or two next week.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, futz and finesse, write new pages and hopefully finish the book, send the last batch of pages to Muse Margaret, attend a birthday party, eat, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What’s the most embarrassing fall you’ve ever taken? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, so happy to finally, after almost fifty years, have a set of lobby cards for The First Nudie Musical.