A lovely morning!
It is sun and blue skies out there this morning, gang. However, it is still only 16 degrees so there are icicles and snow everywhere.
You're probably guessing (correctly, as it turns out) that I could care less about football. I do know that the Superbowl is on tonight, but that is the extent of what I know. I realize I am missing out on a huge chunk of American popular society, since I don't even watch those wild commercials that everybody loves and talks about. Still, I manage to scrape together a good life without knowing any of that stuff.
Back in New York when I was still married to Wayne, when it was Superbowl Sunday, he and one of his closest friends would always get together at our apartment, order pizza from Sal & Carmine's, drink beer, smoke cigars, have a great time. The whole ritual. I remember it really fondly. And I would hang out in the back bedroom by myself and watch the Andy Griffith Show marathon and have a great time. (The more things change, guys, the more I stay absolutely the same!) Today on Turner Classic Movies, they're showing Rebecca and Wuthering Heights. So I'm DVR-ing those and will most likely be upstairs watching that while Jay is in the family room watching the Superbowl tonight, perhaps smoking a cigar -- and drinking beer and eating pizza, for all I know!
When I go to NYC next week, I will be meeting Wayne for coffee. I am looking forward to seeing him. I haven't seen him since 2005, I think. Or 2004. Something like that. It is hard to believe it is almost 20 years since we met. We met through friends at a Christmas party. He was a working actor back then and I was a singer. In the course of one conversation, we discovered that we each adored both Patti Smith and Emmylou Harris!! That doesn't often happen, gang. You'd be hard-pressed to find two more dissimilar girl singers, right? But Wayne and I were, like -- "wow! this is incredible!" -- so we figured, "hey, let's get married!" so we did.
That's one version of it, anyway. ha ha ha.
When I was in college -- excruciatingly briefly, gang -- I was a theater major. I thought I wanted to act. But it turned out that really what I loved were the plays themselves, the writing; I couldn't care less about being onstage. I was in love with the playwrights. So I said, "Fuck it." I quit school and went to California. Didn't like California too much, so I wound up in NYC. One of my secret little regrets, though, is that I never went on a single open cattle call for a Broadway musical. Friends who were on Broadway insisted I was a good enough singer to get into a Broadway chorus but it all felt so foreign to me. I was a singer-songwriter downtown, you know? But when I was a little girl, I really, really did want to be Julie Andrews. And a part of me still wants that. Too funny!
And I was a professional model for a little while, too. For a couple years in my late teens. But I really hated it. I hated it because I couldn't eat anything!!! Once a week, I would go into the agency and they would weigh me and take my measurements and one day they said to me, "Your thighs are 18 inches -- you really ought to take another inch off your thighs." I was 5 foot 9 and a half, and 119 pounds. I was like, are you out of your mind??? I'm already eating one carrot stick and a cracker a day; what am I supposed to cut back on? The one cracker? It was ridiculous. I remember looking out this enormously huge picture window at the agency that looked down over the Interstate that evening and feeling like I just wanted to throw myself out that window; that modeling was just so stupid but I still didn't quit. My adopted father came to town around that time and took me to dinner and said, "Why on earth are you pursuing this modeling thing? You hate it when men think you're stupid and being a model guarantees that men will think you're stupid." It was an interesting point, but I didn't take it.
It really was amazing, though, how stupid men thought I was. I can remember perfectly one of my (male) roommate's fathers saying to me, "You know, you're really not all that dumb." And he was genuinely amazed by this thought that I wasn't actually stupid. Men said that kind of shit to me all the time back then. I finally quit modeling when the movie Apocalypse Now came out. A man I knew back then had served in Viet Nam and he was really rattled by the film; he said it felt like being there. (When I finally met my biological father, he said the same thing about Apocalypse Now and being in Viet Nam.). That film made me finally quite modeling b/c modeling finally seemed like a really pointless way to spend time on the planet. For me, anyway. Some women are really, really good at it.
Well, wow. What a weird trip down memory lane!! I guess I better get a move on here, folks. The day's a wastin'! And I'm really falling behind in my daily page quota. Thanks for visiting, though! Enjoy the Superbowl! Enjoy the commercials! I will be elsewhere! But see ya, gang.
You're probably guessing (correctly, as it turns out) that I could care less about football. I do know that the Superbowl is on tonight, but that is the extent of what I know. I realize I am missing out on a huge chunk of American popular society, since I don't even watch those wild commercials that everybody loves and talks about. Still, I manage to scrape together a good life without knowing any of that stuff.
Back in New York when I was still married to Wayne, when it was Superbowl Sunday, he and one of his closest friends would always get together at our apartment, order pizza from Sal & Carmine's, drink beer, smoke cigars, have a great time. The whole ritual. I remember it really fondly. And I would hang out in the back bedroom by myself and watch the Andy Griffith Show marathon and have a great time. (The more things change, guys, the more I stay absolutely the same!) Today on Turner Classic Movies, they're showing Rebecca and Wuthering Heights. So I'm DVR-ing those and will most likely be upstairs watching that while Jay is in the family room watching the Superbowl tonight, perhaps smoking a cigar -- and drinking beer and eating pizza, for all I know!
When I go to NYC next week, I will be meeting Wayne for coffee. I am looking forward to seeing him. I haven't seen him since 2005, I think. Or 2004. Something like that. It is hard to believe it is almost 20 years since we met. We met through friends at a Christmas party. He was a working actor back then and I was a singer. In the course of one conversation, we discovered that we each adored both Patti Smith and Emmylou Harris!! That doesn't often happen, gang. You'd be hard-pressed to find two more dissimilar girl singers, right? But Wayne and I were, like -- "wow! this is incredible!" -- so we figured, "hey, let's get married!" so we did.
That's one version of it, anyway. ha ha ha.
When I was in college -- excruciatingly briefly, gang -- I was a theater major. I thought I wanted to act. But it turned out that really what I loved were the plays themselves, the writing; I couldn't care less about being onstage. I was in love with the playwrights. So I said, "Fuck it." I quit school and went to California. Didn't like California too much, so I wound up in NYC. One of my secret little regrets, though, is that I never went on a single open cattle call for a Broadway musical. Friends who were on Broadway insisted I was a good enough singer to get into a Broadway chorus but it all felt so foreign to me. I was a singer-songwriter downtown, you know? But when I was a little girl, I really, really did want to be Julie Andrews. And a part of me still wants that. Too funny!
And I was a professional model for a little while, too. For a couple years in my late teens. But I really hated it. I hated it because I couldn't eat anything!!! Once a week, I would go into the agency and they would weigh me and take my measurements and one day they said to me, "Your thighs are 18 inches -- you really ought to take another inch off your thighs." I was 5 foot 9 and a half, and 119 pounds. I was like, are you out of your mind??? I'm already eating one carrot stick and a cracker a day; what am I supposed to cut back on? The one cracker? It was ridiculous. I remember looking out this enormously huge picture window at the agency that looked down over the Interstate that evening and feeling like I just wanted to throw myself out that window; that modeling was just so stupid but I still didn't quit. My adopted father came to town around that time and took me to dinner and said, "Why on earth are you pursuing this modeling thing? You hate it when men think you're stupid and being a model guarantees that men will think you're stupid." It was an interesting point, but I didn't take it.
It really was amazing, though, how stupid men thought I was. I can remember perfectly one of my (male) roommate's fathers saying to me, "You know, you're really not all that dumb." And he was genuinely amazed by this thought that I wasn't actually stupid. Men said that kind of shit to me all the time back then. I finally quit modeling when the movie Apocalypse Now came out. A man I knew back then had served in Viet Nam and he was really rattled by the film; he said it felt like being there. (When I finally met my biological father, he said the same thing about Apocalypse Now and being in Viet Nam.). That film made me finally quite modeling b/c modeling finally seemed like a really pointless way to spend time on the planet. For me, anyway. Some women are really, really good at it.
Well, wow. What a weird trip down memory lane!! I guess I better get a move on here, folks. The day's a wastin'! And I'm really falling behind in my daily page quota. Thanks for visiting, though! Enjoy the Superbowl! Enjoy the commercials! I will be elsewhere! But see ya, gang.
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