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Oh Yeah, About Last Night
Nov. 8th, 2008 03:13 pmJames The Insane Movie Director was getting his short screened in a major museum in London, on a 16 foot screen on an endless loop in the evening as part of a late exhibit. Of course I'd be there, so I tucked the skinny dark green low-rise check pants nto leather Wellington boots, put on my Captain America T-shirt I feel I can now wear again in London, and the Miyake black suit jacket, and was ready to go. I was not repeating last week's mistake of looking bland. In fact, I didn't like any of my overcoats with it so I grabbed a fleece gray trow off the sofa and wrapped it around me for a Yamamoto Meets Jean Valjean look. These people do not know me, they don't know I am a meek nerd most of the time.
Of course, when they said 'late' the museum meant 10 PM, so I got to see all of two minutes of the film but I did get to see how busy it had been, and James introduced me some, and I mingled, after which we went to a local pub, where we talked and mingled more. One person congratulated me on my new president-elect, which I had to correct, but then we talked anyway, another one was appalled at the Porp 8 passing in California of all places! and I had to explain that 'Liberal Everything-Goes California' is a Hollywood / TV export snowjob just like the idea that 95% of the US does not have awful weather most of the time. Which it does, and much of California is very conservative, it's just that neither meme makes it on Lost and Scrubs much.
And it was all great fun because I met new people and it was just a great Friday night. After which James and I needed food and his partner and friends wanted to go home and smoke, so the five of us said goodbye to the rest and piled into a taxi to Seven Dials, and James and I had late night cheap noodles and beef in a gleaming white plastic joint I'd never have gone into alone and talked about self-worth when your deals fall through, and needing love, and just picking yourself up out of holes when you stupidly made yourself believe you were Golden but you were not, and making rent, and just find meaning and fuck, nobody is hiring but the sites and the shows still need to be made so we must be able to get in at some level.
And I go "Dude, get this: we're having noodles at 11:30 in fucking London after a night of watching your movie be screened in the fucking Tate and everyone came by to see it. That's pretty special. Not everyone gets lives like this, you know." Then we went to his house and joined the others, where I got to hear from a Social Worker about bizarre cases, we discuss having sex with USers, and the actor waxes on working with a major movie star in the movie he is now shooting, does random local accents, tells me Belfast and South African are the hardest ones to do, trades camp accents with Jonathan, James' partner, from different backgrounds so accurately it sounds like I walked into my gay gym, and does the Hamlet speech in one single breath as a party trick. I came home at 4.
These people now think I wear big shawls out when it is cold. Hey, maybe I just will.
Of course, when they said 'late' the museum meant 10 PM, so I got to see all of two minutes of the film but I did get to see how busy it had been, and James introduced me some, and I mingled, after which we went to a local pub, where we talked and mingled more. One person congratulated me on my new president-elect, which I had to correct, but then we talked anyway, another one was appalled at the Porp 8 passing in California of all places! and I had to explain that 'Liberal Everything-Goes California' is a Hollywood / TV export snowjob just like the idea that 95% of the US does not have awful weather most of the time. Which it does, and much of California is very conservative, it's just that neither meme makes it on Lost and Scrubs much.
And it was all great fun because I met new people and it was just a great Friday night. After which James and I needed food and his partner and friends wanted to go home and smoke, so the five of us said goodbye to the rest and piled into a taxi to Seven Dials, and James and I had late night cheap noodles and beef in a gleaming white plastic joint I'd never have gone into alone and talked about self-worth when your deals fall through, and needing love, and just picking yourself up out of holes when you stupidly made yourself believe you were Golden but you were not, and making rent, and just find meaning and fuck, nobody is hiring but the sites and the shows still need to be made so we must be able to get in at some level.
And I go "Dude, get this: we're having noodles at 11:30 in fucking London after a night of watching your movie be screened in the fucking Tate and everyone came by to see it. That's pretty special. Not everyone gets lives like this, you know." Then we went to his house and joined the others, where I got to hear from a Social Worker about bizarre cases, we discuss having sex with USers, and the actor waxes on working with a major movie star in the movie he is now shooting, does random local accents, tells me Belfast and South African are the hardest ones to do, trades camp accents with Jonathan, James' partner, from different backgrounds so accurately it sounds like I walked into my gay gym, and does the Hamlet speech in one single breath as a party trick. I came home at 4.
These people now think I wear big shawls out when it is cold. Hey, maybe I just will.
Friday night I went with James The Insane Movie Director and his bf Jonathan to some exhibition / performance in Kensington where this scenester guy, for the third year in a row, had hung these huge cartoony portraits with fantastic color work of scene people around him he thinks are happening right now, and where performances were taking place all week by the people involved. All three of us are in dire straits, and we had nice company of freinds of friends who came along with us after dinner, so this all worked well. We ended up in a pub with the performers and artists, crowing a booht and talking. I barely knew anyone, nobody was incoherently drunk, conversations went well, I had never been here before, so I had a great time.
Except it made lazy the next day, where I found out, puttering about after the gym on Saturday morning, I had miscalculated when my flight to Amsterdam left. I packed and left the house in literally 5 minutes, and ran to the pub to ask who to call for a cab, no public transport would do. One arrived and I was off in ten minutes after having left the house on a white knuckle ride of being stuck in traffic to Heathrow. We got there as the flight started boarding, 30 mins before take-off, so, again, I ran through a whole airport, barely stopping for security checks. Thank god I had a printed out boarding pass and there were no lines at Terminal 4, so I made hit, into seat 5D, trembling, heart pounding, low on blood sugar, and so grateful I was not letting my family down by coming in even later. My father's 76th birthday was being celebrated.
I barely stayed 24 hours, hanging with everyone, watching the kids play computer games, finishing roasts and cakes, before getting on a train Sunday afternoon to come back. Made it home last night, no running through Schiphol required. No another week of chasing leads. That's my job now.
Except it made lazy the next day, where I found out, puttering about after the gym on Saturday morning, I had miscalculated when my flight to Amsterdam left. I packed and left the house in literally 5 minutes, and ran to the pub to ask who to call for a cab, no public transport would do. One arrived and I was off in ten minutes after having left the house on a white knuckle ride of being stuck in traffic to Heathrow. We got there as the flight started boarding, 30 mins before take-off, so, again, I ran through a whole airport, barely stopping for security checks. Thank god I had a printed out boarding pass and there were no lines at Terminal 4, so I made hit, into seat 5D, trembling, heart pounding, low on blood sugar, and so grateful I was not letting my family down by coming in even later. My father's 76th birthday was being celebrated.
I barely stayed 24 hours, hanging with everyone, watching the kids play computer games, finishing roasts and cakes, before getting on a train Sunday afternoon to come back. Made it home last night, no running through Schiphol required. No another week of chasing leads. That's my job now.
