BK, when would you like to meet Tewkesbury? My schedule as always is fairly flexible...except for tonight when we must meet with the Ellisons from our postponement of the other day.
I find it very interesting that Senator Kerry mentioned his friend Christopher Reeve only this past Friday in the debate in relation to stem cell research. I already saw the clip on the news tonight. I expect we'll be seeing a lot of it this week.
George, my only two memories of being blotto stinking drunk are two. One, my very first time. I was playing McCann in the BIRTHDAY PARTY and our director was one of these method guys. When he heard I hadn't ever been drunk (indeed, didn't drink at all), he decided I needed to be drunk to know how to play it. So the cast had a party and they plied me with screwdrivers (vodka & orange juice). The only problem was that McCann is a rather melancholy, slightly menacing, wistful drunk in the play. I turned out to be a very giddy, rather charmingly silly drunk...so the excess and the exercise was all for naught, as far as research goes. Though the conk the day after was a beaut. I laid and moaned about most of the day until my director stopped by and said: "You've got to eat something." We went out for breakfast at three o'clock in the afternoon. I did take that lesson away with me. Hungover, eat breakfast.
The other time I got drunk was the day Elvis died. An actor friend and I, who were both fans of his, held are own private wake. Though I shouldn't have gotten anywhere near a car, I had to get home to walk my dog. I remember driving home at three o clock in the morning down Lemmon Ave. in Dallas. As most drunks know, there is a part of your brain that is rational and crystal clear watching you be drunk (I think it's that same part of the brain standing outside yourself watching you when you're having a particular brilliant night on stage acting). Anyway that part of the brain was watching me carefully navigating down barren streets fearful, some cop might pull me over, knowing I was a danger to myself and others...and all the while I was saying, "you must never, ever do this again, you fool." And I never have driven since when I was drunk. Very scary. When I got home, I puked in the courtyard of my apartment building. When I crawled out of bed the next, the same friend I had gotten drunk with the night before and I went and saw Annie Hall.