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| StarNing (8:26:03 AM): hey let's have a chat which we can post as our final post
Onsmo1 (8:26:20 AM): ok
StarNing (8:26:47 AM): so can you tell me, ken, first of all your worst memory here.
Onsmo1 (8:27:42 AM): the jolt i get each time the phone rings.
StarNing (8:27:52 AM): huh.
StarNing (8:28:00 AM): now the best memory:
Onsmo1 (8:28:06 AM): there's probably one worse.
Onsmo1 (8:28:10 AM): i just can't think of it.
StarNing (8:28:24 AM): ok. now the best memory:
Onsmo1 (8:28:45 AM): eating breakies and watching tv with you.
StarNing (8:28:56 AM):
Onsmo1 (8:29:07 AM): yours?
StarNing (8:30:03 AM): lemme think......
StarNing (8:30:08 AM): .......
StarNing (8:30:51 AM): oh it was the day i came to set and i we watched rize and i started reading lovely bones and i got to meet ian mckellan and see him do his scene. that was my favorite. it happened all in one night.
StarNing (8:31:19 AM): second favorite: jalapeno smokies at David Lam park
StarNing (8:32:02 AM): the worst: the fight we got into...dunno what it was about...and i hid under the bed while you were leaving
StarNing (8:32:20 AM): the second worse (three words): Disney On Ice
Onsmo1 (8:32:36 AM): ha
StarNing (8:33:01 AM): Would you say that this is the longest amount of time you've spent holed up with someone?
StarNing (8:33:36 AM): (what's 60 minus 33?)
StarNing (8:34:02 AM): helllooooooo??
Onsmo1 (8:34:13 AM): sorry
StarNing (8:34:50 AM): 27 minutes until they serve brekkies
StarNing (8:36:00 AM): at this point kel has stopped answering my questions bec he is doing something else. this is not like him. he is usually very very good at paying attention to me. even when he acts like he isn't. so this is an odd turn of events. perhaps it's the end of our interview. ah well. i guess we said the important stuff.
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| I think we're going home. Ken just finished what seems to be his last day and he got an itinerary slipped under the door. But there wasn't a ticket for me so we're not sure yet. I mean, we'll be on our way home as soon as that's worked out and it looks like it's going to be tomorrow. I don't even know what to think. It feels surreal. As I was taking the elevator up from the gift shop today I was marveling at how I've been taking the same elevator for three months! Three months! That's crazy. it doesn't feel that long and in some ways it feels longer. Like it feels like a century since we've been in Nappo. And really since August, I've only been home for two weeks. So I don't have a job and I don't really know what I'll be doing with my life when we get back. There are certainly a thousand things to do but I don't know what the big picture is. Since Kel and I have been together it's been one hurdle after another. One thing after another to keep us from having any normalcy. Now we have a chance to have that. I hope we don't kill each other. I have to say tho, we've gotten along pretty well given the circumstances. I think most people shut up together might have already committed homicide. Things I will take away with me from Canada:
1. an almost obsessive compulsion to watch Law and Order
2. dozens of blog entries
3. 60 + pages of a manuscript which has grinded to a halt
4. the ability to sing along with most Canadian commercials (including Telus, Zellers, Virgin Mobile, etc)
5. Lots of neat things like my Stussy Star patterned winter coat, a Lamb blouse, a Holt Renfrew Zip up.
6. Many many books
7. sort-of-friends in the Room Service, Housekeeping, Business Center, and Concierge departments of the Sutton Place Hotel.
8. a mild addiction to Nyquil in order to sleep
9. an 'if I were in Hong Kong it would be OK' sleep pattern
10. how to shuffle cards really well as well as thousands of points accrued in Gin Rummy
11. a new appreciation for M.I.A. and Reggaeton in general
12. a waffle with berry compote, whipped cream, and a side of hashbrowns with tabasco and ketchup frequent mornings HABIT
So that's about it. I suggested yesterday that Ken and I not observe Christmas this year. Which now makes me a bit sad.
Anyhoo, I'm signing off for now. Will write again when we know for sure. | | |
| I finally finished the Christmas cards. EGAD. It took forever. Ken starts shooting his final two scenes tomorrow which means that we....might...be....coming....home....soon. PAR-TAY!
Speaking of which (party) Aaron said that he was organizing a poker game for December 10. We might not be here anymore.
I ripped my LAMB blouse at the Thanksgiving Day Party at BR's. I was stooping over to pick up Joey (Dania's dog) and all of a sudden RRRRRIP. The sleeve was hanging loose. It won't be fixed until December 11. This along with playing poker with Pyro, Iceman, and Vinny Jones would be reasons that I wouldn't mind being here for another week.
I wouldn't drink at Brett's because all they had was red wine and I seem to have developed an allergy. I had been looking forward to finally seeing Ian McKellan's apartment. It was all that Aaron had said it would be (including the open fire pit in the middle of the living room). The food was perfect with my favorites like goat cheese and fig, turkey, and pumpkin pie (although I declined the pie because I was grouchy). The stuffing was a god-awful mess. We examined it for a good full minute before deciding that stuffing was the best guess.
My favorite part of the party was when Brett started playing Puerto Rican rap and Omahyra started translating the lyrics for us and dancing as if in heat. That was the best. Even though I was laughing too hard to dance or understand what she was saying.
Later we hooked up with Aaron and Vinny Jones at The Sutton Place bar. I had found Vinny to be scary until I saw him out of costume. He boomed “What are you drinking Luv?” and quickly produced a gin and tonic. So I am won over for the moment.
We went dancing with everyone except Brett at Balthazar afterwards and that was the best. We all drank and I think I was dirty dancing with Kel which was hot. He was less drunk so maybe it was less hot than I remember.
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| Thanksgiving! yay! We're going to Chambar for dinner. I think we're being joined by Pyro and Iceman. Isn't that funny? If we had a turkey they could store it and cook it between them. Ha Ha Ha. We're watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. | | |
| I went to Disney on Ice yesterday with my cousins and their kids. I had never been before and now that I have, I think it's ok that I hadn't.
Ken said he doesn't feel like Christmas is coming. He said it feels like Christmas has past. I pointed to a little red and green flower arrangement at the front desk and asked 'does that make you feel like Christmas'. And he replied 'No' with a face of stone. Not really stone but hardened clay. Poor Christmas. How can we make it feel like the Holidays? Steps need to be taken.
He was sweet and frolicky this morning and that made it feel like the holidays for me. We played gin rummy at 2 AM this morning. I wasn't sure Kel would like the game but he seems to have taken to it. He asked if you could bet money on it and I said no it wasn't that kind of game. He asked if they played it in the casinos and I said no it wasn't that kind of game. He said 'well where do they play it then...in NURSING HOMES???' And I said probably but that I thought they also played it in prisons. I'm not sure that this is true but I didn't want him to assume that it was a game for wusses. And I'm not POSITIVE that They DON'T play it in prisons (he's gonna have a problem with this whole paragraph).
On my errand run today I visited the third floor of Holt Renfrew. Previously I hadn't gotten past the cosmetics section. It's like Co-op condensed. Objects are soothing to me. I've always felt that the things I wear and use age faster on me than on the average person. The other night I found data to back this up...sort of. I was watching the behind the scenes of Cirque de Soleil and the costume designers were talking about how they have to factor in a number of aging components--one of these being body heat. I think I have higher than average body heat therefore my clothing ages faster. So I like things that are new. Because they haven't been in contact with me yet.
I made reservations for us at Chambar restaurant for an early Thanksgiving because Ken has to work on Turkey Day. I'm going to try to go to the Vancouver art Museum today. There was an exhibit in Queens by the late Gordon Matta Clark. I'm so bummed that I missed it. He would buy buildings and punch great holes in them. Robin said that it was brilliant.
Off to the races. Ciao. | | |
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