Saturday, August 23, 2014

The No-Girl

Thursday night, we had our production dinner for the gig I'm currently on. I did not have the highest hopes for it. I'd already survived the gauntlet weekend where I'd weathered three heavy nights of drinking-events in a row.

However, the production dinner turned into an epic bar crawl. One of those slightly crazed nights where, if you stick around long enough, you actually get to talk to some people. I actually managed to have a conversation with the No-Girl, which was oddly cathartic. She has a girlfriend, which was perhaps predictable, but she ended up being... *nice* when she finally lowered her steel guard. It's funny, sometimes you can sort of tell who a person is before they actually begin to let you know who they are.

I ended up getting home around the time I sometimes wake up to get ready for work. So I preemptive shut off my alarm and resigned myself to arriving late on Friday.

We didn't really talk more on Friday beyond a cursory, "How are you doing...?" But there was something different there. The tone of our interaction had evolved ever so slightly. I could tell she's accustomed to keeping her guard heavily up. I can only imagine how often she gets approached by randoms. So this infinitesimal shift in her physiognomy was... oddly moving. We bonded, nearly wordlessly, over shared hangover pain.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Picket Fences

After a completely absurd weekend wherein I literally lost my goddamn mind, I had a mercifully quiet weekend. This past weekend. Saturday, I went to visit some old friends (formerly Upper-West-Side, formerly Brooklyn) in their breathtaking new home in New Jersey.

Deep Jersey. $20 round-trip NJ Transit ticket Jersey.

It was kind of surreal visiting them there. First, they don't live that far from where I grew up (in Rockland County). Second... it's like I could see their entire future there in that house. I met the newest addition to their family and re-encountered their daughter who simply takes these vast leaps in maturity every time I meet her.

This is what it's like being the perennial bachelor amidst a sea of breeders.

I am present irregularly so that I see these peculiar bursts of maturation.

Everyone starts as these crying, wordless critters.

Then the next visit, their eyes begin to focus more. They see you. They recognize you.

Next visit, vocalization. Maybe not words, but experimentation with vocal chords. Attempts at communication.

Next visit, WORDS. Not full sentences, necessarily, but enough to communicate. Enough to begin to form the building blocks of communication.

Next visit, SENTENCES. Demands.

The evolution is so peculiar. It changes the entire dynamic with each visit.

Case in point:

On this particular visit, we're all in the car exiting the parking lot of an establishment when my friend (who's driving) accidentally drives over a curb. The vehicle bumps violently over the obstruction. My friend's wife chastises him. And then their daughter chimes in: "THAT WAS *FUN*!"

We all laugh appropriately. Their daughter is now officially a new character whose voice will be added to every scene she's a part of.

And that's what's really fascinating. Her voice/character is going to change/evolve as she matures. In ways I certainly can't begin to predict (though I hazard to guess she's going to be a corker).

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Don Pardo Has a Posse

Dominick George "Don" Pardo
February 22, 1918 – August 18, 2014

Don Pardo, the voice of Saturday Night Live for nearly 40 years, has a posse.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Robin Williams Has a Posse

Robin McLaurin Williams
July 21, 1951 – August 11, 2014

Robin Williams has a posse.

He took his own life. Just makes it more devastating.

I was incredibly depressed all day today. Then news like this hits. Whenever I hear news of anyone committing suicide, it hurts. Because I can imagine how much that person must have been suffering -- that suicide seemed like the only release. It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

A Premiere Party, a Wrap Party and a Wedding

After so many dead weekends, a loaded one.

Friday night, a cast/crew premiere party for Steven Soderbergh's new Cinemax show THE KNICK, at a bar. In Williamsburg. The bar sucked. Expensive cash bar. I used the bar outside our private party room which took credit cards, but the bartenders were terrible and they used some fucking phone app for the credit card. Went to another bar with peeps for after party drinks. (Nothing like the bar after the bar.) Didn't eat beforehand as I'd planned which is not cool (don't drink on an empty stomach, kids), but I made it through unscathed. Took trains home.

Saturday night, a wrap party for the Tina Fey/Amy Poehler movie THE NEST at the McKittrick Hotel. Open bar. Food I didn't really sample, though I had pasta beforehand to cover myself. It was good. Not as many celebrities as I'd hoped. Thought the place would be teeming with SNL cast members, but no. John Leguizamo was there. Some smaller cast members. Managed to dance with/talk to The Girl who I kinda wanted to talk to for approximately 2 seconds.

Did you enjoy working on this job?


I was prepared for this answer from her. I don't know why I didn't follow up. She was dancing with me. I had her right there. Fuck.

After party at a surprisingly quiet bar further down the street. After-after party with movie's producer at... a K-town karaoke bar on 35th Street. Not even my suggestion. Jesus, it was like I've been training for this night for years. Some dumb girl killed one of my songs while I was singing it, I forget which one, but the whole affair was pretty fun, especially considering I didn't know most of the people in the room. Toward the end, one of the girls crossed the room and introduced herself to me. She was flirty. I probably should have played that out further. Maybe I was just stuck on my No-Girl. Me and my fucking Achilles Girls. I walked home.

Sunday, woke up past 10am. I have not woken up past 10am in months. (In over a year?) Have to pull myself together for a wedding in New Jersey. Should be easier than the previous two nights. I'll be surrounded by more familiar faces. Not sure how much I'll be able to do the after party; really depends on how I'm hitching a ride back from this joint.

I've got less than two hours to pull myself together. I didn't actually drink too much last night (for me) but enough to put a dent in me. There should be food at the wedding. I really hope it's fun. All the terrible things that could have happened this weekend would have happened the previous two nights. What could possibly go wrong...?