easter hangover
Last night Liz and I saw McCabe & Mrs. Miller at the Whitsell. I love that film. The film was so good I could forgive Mr. Big Head who sat in front of me (who can't really be blamed for the shape of the auditorium or the shape of his cranium, both of which conspired against me), and it was so good I could almost forgive the squawk-box sound quality of the entire film. Word is something was wrong with the print, and nobody was pleased about it. Altman always overlays dialogue tracks and doesn't really expect you to catch it all anyway, so to be fair it could have been worse.
Then Katie came out with us, in town ostensibly for her birthday later this week, and we kind of tied one off. Or on. Or whichever way one ties one these days. Broke the bank and flooded the liver with whiskey.
Which would be all fine and good except for that part where I had to wake up at 8am for a film shoot for Andy--the first interview for The Adults in the Room, I believe. After a full hour of mussing about between a laptop and a fresh-from-the-box HVX we finally decided we were ready for the interview. We drove out there, lugged some of the gear up the steps, and were greeted with, "Oh you brought a whole crew. You're not shooting today, are you?"
Long story short: we lugged the gear back down and into our cars and broke, no interview shot (there was a miscommunication; worse things have happened). The plan is to reconvene at the Jupiter Hotel for Interview Two, with one of Andy's friends who is flying into town today.
So here I am, hungover from last night's (perhaps disappointingly tame, though altogether fun) debaucheries and allowed just about two hours for a nap and food. Can of heated green beans and an iced tea in front of me, I will scarf, drink, check on Scrabulous, then pop in some video I care nothing about and hopefully zonk out, or maybe even sleep, a few hours, before I'm back up and driving to the J Hot to light an interview segment.
Not exactly a whirlwind of excitement, but there it is: my life, in all it's banal splendor.
Then Katie came out with us, in town ostensibly for her birthday later this week, and we kind of tied one off. Or on. Or whichever way one ties one these days. Broke the bank and flooded the liver with whiskey.
Which would be all fine and good except for that part where I had to wake up at 8am for a film shoot for Andy--the first interview for The Adults in the Room, I believe. After a full hour of mussing about between a laptop and a fresh-from-the-box HVX we finally decided we were ready for the interview. We drove out there, lugged some of the gear up the steps, and were greeted with, "Oh you brought a whole crew. You're not shooting today, are you?"
Long story short: we lugged the gear back down and into our cars and broke, no interview shot (there was a miscommunication; worse things have happened). The plan is to reconvene at the Jupiter Hotel for Interview Two, with one of Andy's friends who is flying into town today.
So here I am, hungover from last night's (perhaps disappointingly tame, though altogether fun) debaucheries and allowed just about two hours for a nap and food. Can of heated green beans and an iced tea in front of me, I will scarf, drink, check on Scrabulous, then pop in some video I care nothing about and hopefully zonk out, or maybe even sleep, a few hours, before I'm back up and driving to the J Hot to light an interview segment.
Not exactly a whirlwind of excitement, but there it is: my life, in all it's banal splendor.