last weekend
In my last entry I posted about how I like to go to coffee shops and watch the people that come and go, making notes on mannerisms that I might be able to use in my writing. The same holds true when I'm out at public events. I watch the way people exchange glances and words, I study the way members of different genereations interact, and I sometimes listen in on conversations. I'm a writer... come on. You do it too -- don't you? Isn't that how we get some of our juiciest material?
But last Friday, when I was attending Magic Millennium II at a small theater in Los Angeles, I got caught. The event was a fund raiser for a tiny theater, and sitting one row in front of me, and three seats to my left, was Loni Anderson from the old tv show, WKRP in Cincinnati. The man in front of me was texting Loni's every move, as well as information about how beautiful she still looked, to a friend. I was looking down and reading what he typed. After a little bit, he turned (I'm guessing to see if there were any more celebrities sitting around him) and our eyes met. I smiled. He said, "What? You read my text?" Then he sort of smiled. I said, "I couldn't help it."
I love to doodle, so here's how I'm sure it looked to those nearby.
