Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Notes from the Atlantic

For Halloween T, L and I were the Addams Family (sans Wednesday, cause Rita just wouldn't put on the dress. )I look like I've got a Britney Spears weave. We wandered about the 'hood and met some LOVELY people who gave us Trick or Treat wine.
Then we went to Paul Darrow's and T gave him homemade Punkin' soup. SO GOOD!

We went and played with bunnies on my b-day.
Birthdays after 21 should be outlawed.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Apocalypse Now reducks

Smoke, smoke, smoke.
Yuk.The smoke is so thick and disgusting. We are lucky, nothing has happened here, but, poor San Diego.
T L and I tromped into Hollywood today for auditions (GE for me and Ford for T) Lilo was a champ. He sat in his car seat and told incomprehensible baby jokes the whole time. He was so sweet, even in 99* heat. We had to take Rita, Lala's neurotic Chihuahua with us, so she wouldn't burn up, in case of a conflagration devouring Laguna. So we were at 200 La Brea, a top casting house, with our baby, the dog and two extremely scruffy actors, and little L proceeded to charm the entire house. We get top tier treatment cause everyone is so in awe of the baby. He must be AI from the Blade Runner factory, programed for charm and cuteness. At Trader Joe's I was flustered since they kicked me out, cause no dogs in the market, and a very nice (huge) Man collecting cash for his church watched Rita for me while I bought the baby yogurt. So funny to see this large African American man holding a hot pink leash with an eensy weensy chihua on the end. But he said he felt me and my BEEYOOTIFUL baby deserved the help. Lilo was wearing a Rockies outfit, so that could've been part of the charm.
Well, I've decided today I hate SoCal. Too hot too crowded too fiery too full too smokey too expensive to boot. T and L and I are moving to Minnesota.
Hey, Robert Goulet needs new lungs, let's sacrifice one candidate from each side of the electorate to save him. I nominate Rudy Guiliani, he's a blowhard, his lungs must be huge, and who's Chris Dodd anyway? One lung from each party to unite Ameriker.

Monday, October 22, 2007

She ran callin' Wildfire...

It's another apocalyptic day here in the land of dreams. We were in Long Beach yesterday doing some move in things, having stopped at Verde Green for some gifts and some chat, we were returning to Laguna, T and I having taken 2 cars, and I was speeding along the 405 when I saw a conflagration in the hills over Irvine. It was absolutely terrifying. I'm worried about our friend JD who lives about a mile away from the "flashpoint" and who was blithely watching a baseball game when I called. I couldn't tempt him to come and stay with us in our LB safehouse. The fires are out of control, the smoke and the heat are unbearable. It's like something out of a Mad Max movie. (tho' hopefully w/o Mel Gibson)

T and I spent the late evening packing our cars with things to evacuate. They are crammed to the gills with art, documents, baby things and my scant jewelry. The doggy is a wreck, the baby knows something is going on. I am rather scared and creeped out by the fire smell. We didn't sleep at all trying to keep abreast of the news. Luckily we have the new apartment to use as an escape.

This morning Laguna was eerily brown and hazy, the sun never really rose, except as a heat lamp. We watched the TV and kept dreading the news that some loathsome idiot had started a pleasure fire in the canyon.

Such a strange day, we've been glued to the TV, but Lilo keeps changing the channels on the remote, so dire news is interrupted by a rerun of Star Trek (bad episode, the one with Lurch... erg!) We are cheerful with him and breezy, but he is very clingy cause he knows T and I are stressed out.

Is the earth trying to tell us to get the heck off her back? All I know is, it's hot, dry, everyone on Temple Hills is cramming their cars with their Sophie's choice goods, and I don't know what to do to make it better.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Bits of bits

So... looks like we are FINALLY closing on our adorable East Village apartment. Keep your fingers crossed! I got to spend some time there with the fam and I grew to love the area even more. Step out the door, get the paper, buy Converses and coffee, groceries, kool klothes. I think I love Long Beach. Esp. the Lisa Jacobs art and acres of books. BTW anyone who wants to get me dishes for my new digs... I love the Cunard pattern. You can get it on the Queen Mary

Random bits:

I am the "oh" girl. As in, some chick comes up to T squealing her love for him, sees me and says "oh..." He's a rock star and I am Linda McCartney.

I have just given over $40,000 to an escrow co. for a place to live... and my beloved Mini, Alfie needs a tune up and new brake pads to the tune of $700.

I LOOOOVVVEE my new agent Gail Marx. Check me out. I WILL get a commercial on the superbowl, yes I will!

Lilo giggles like a loon. Everything strikes him as amusing.

I am currently trying to decide on my latest tattoo.

Being a muse is exhausting. Sharon Stone got stuff from Tiffanys. I think this is just the correct compensation. Musing is HARD!

I haven't slept more than 4 hours straight in at least a year.

I love everyone at SCR

I also love baubles. See muse comment above.

I'm fat, old and grumpy all the time.

Halloween is my Xmas.

I miss D-Doll, WGD, VS, Yatsu, maybe I should have a "party" so they have to come to visit.

Sometimes, musicals are very dopey. As much as I love them.

I need a nanny