Friday, March 27, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
This solo journey was Michael's idea. I haven't been out of Maxie's reach since the second day of her life, and evidently the stress of mommydom was taking its toll. Everything I asked of my kids was accompanied by the tone, "What did I just say!!!" And my brow was maintaining a permanent scowl. Even Sebastian secretly told my husband, "I think Papa needs to go away." Okay, then. Away it will be.
The wedding was a good one. A Jewish wedding in a Jesuit winery. Can't get any better. Doubt I'll see another.
Then it was just me. I didn't finalize plans until Saturday, the day I tucked myself neatly into my car and drove north blasting show tunes. Big Sur was my destination. Only two nights. Just enough time to recoup and breathe. California is really odd this time of year. It's green. I mean what-I-dream-Ireland-to-look-like green. I'm so used to dried out, brittle, any-spark-will-set-it-off brown, that I really have been taken aback.
The California coast is as beautiful as any other place I've been. This is my home state, so give me leeway to wax poetic. Lush green mountains loll down to the restless blue surf. And you know that color you see in paintings of waves. It's turquoise, but not. Maybe aquamarine. But in paintings it looks electric and fake. I'm here to tell you, I've seen it in the wild. It's opaque and momentary, magical and then it's gone.
I'm holed up in a place called Big Sur River Inn. It's in from the coast, so you don't get a sense of the mighty ocean. However, Pheneger Creek is on the property. It's babbling and it's golden, something Robert Redford would put in one of his movies.
I've been doing a lot of sitting. Sitting in Adirondacks chairs being hypnotized by the creek, sitting on cliffs taking in the drama that is the California coast, sitting in eateries writing and rewriting my play. All writing has to be done in restaurants because my accommodations are really a shack. No desk and chair. No TV. No telephone (cell phones don't work either). And it's incredibly cold. The only heat comes from a free standing electric radiator that heats only the spot on which it stands, not the bed, not the bathroom. So, I type to you from the restaurant, which has WiFi, even though it maintains a bucolic air.
I'm here to tell you, laid back, stereotyped, hippy dippy culture is alive and well in California. Whether biker groups or potheads of yore, you can find them here, probably scoffing city folk and their ruinous ways. Plaid flannel is the uniform. And if you have magenta hair or body piercings or tats of a hog, jump on in, the water's fine.
I almost went to Hearst Castle today, but stopped myself to walk amongst nature. I think the garish opulence of Hearst would have given me a migraine. Instead I listened to birds sing, wrote some, ate trout with my eggs. There it is...I like being with me. I recommend Big Sur for anyone needing to recharge. Tomorrow, back to the fam. And deep breath.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
The following promise is made about the next episode of Desperate Housewives, "Revenge has found a home in the neighborhood, and it won't rest until a housewife is dead." At first listen, my blood started pumping with familiar anticipation. A housewife killed? It was like the good ol' days of Lost when they'd advertise one of the passengers of Oceanic Flight 815 was going to bite the bullet...or be mauled by a polar bear or attacked by the smoke monster. It's a dizzying feeling with so much possibility. But on second look, the Desperate Housewives promotion does not really say a housewife will be murdered. It says Revenge won't rest dot, dot, dot. This could mean Revenge could be killed before he/she completes the task. It's a clever bit of publicity, and the loophole makes me less excited.
What can I say? I look forward to the demise of television characters I avidly watch week after week. My salvation glands gush, blood pumps through my ears, my palms sweat all at the anticipation of grizzly death. My mind reels, creating scenarios and suspect lists. I become an armchair detective and I love it.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
The cause first...
The cause: Planned Parenthood
The event: Food Fare
EAT, DRINK AND BE DISCOVERED
AT PLANNED PARENTHOOD LA’s 29th ANNUAL FOOD FARE
LA’s Premiere Culinary Celebration Offers a Sampling of the Region’s Finest
Restaurants, Wineries, and Gifts as Well as a Taste of Stardom (Which means you can win a possible walk-on on Brothers & Sisters).
Attendees can gorge themselves on food from 54 LA restaurants, including Drago, Michael's, AOC, James' Beach, Lucques, Joe's and Mako, while imbibing top-shelf beers and wines from Wally's, Angel City Brewing, Flask, and 19 others.
For more info: http://www.pplafoodfare.com/.
And now the Reality Show...
NOW CASTING dynamic families with teenagers for their own reality series!!!
The producers of “Supernanny” and “The Real Housewives of New York” are looking to give one amazing family their own show! This documentary-style series will take a look at an American family and the issues that they face in their day-to-day lives including their relationships, challenges, laughter and tears that come with being a family.
They are currently looking for outgoing, opinionated and outspoken families with teenagers who are ready to step into the spotlight. Specifically, they are looking to highlight the ups and downs of GLBT (for those of you out of the loop, gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered) families.
Contact the Casting Producer: firstname.lastname@example.org or Casting Assistant: email@example.com. Please include your contact info, family photo, and a paragraph about why your family is entertaining enough to star in your own TV series
There you have it. My first two promotions. And if you happen to get the reality show and make boodles of cash, I wouldn't decline a finders fee.