diane's guide to winning a woman
The quote of the day:
"My nerves could stand a drink."
"Your nerves and your mother."
-- To Catch A Thief
Running news:
My head hurt this morning. Clearly, I cannot consume alcohol and expect to do anything the next day.
I had another affair-with-Kevin-Spacey dream last night. What's up with that? I remember thinking in the dream (once again) that Kevin Spacey is gay and that this was really weird, but I went ahead and had passionate sex with him anyhow. I don't get it. I haven't been watching any KS movies, I can't for the life of me imagine what he represents in my life, and my sex life has been just fine, thanks.
I wonder if I'm anxious about something.
I had a glass of wine last night. Usually, this is not a headline story, except I haven't had alcohol in a great while and my one glass of Sauvignon Blanc knocked me on my butt. I went to bed and almost literally passed out; Darin came in and said something to me, and when he came to bed later--whether it was a few minutes later or a few hours, I have no idea--I asked him if he had said this thing to me. He affirmed he had; I passed out again.
One glass of wine, no Rohypnol. I am a severely cheap date these days.
I had three or four full glasses of water during dinner last night (I not only drank mine and some of Darin's, but Nancy's as well, because she and Fernando were drinking champagne). I still woke up fuzzy-headed and dehydrated.
Everything's making me dehydrated these days: it's like I live in a desert or something.
Fernando, Nancy, Darin, and I had dinner at Cafe Bizou, which one of my restaurant guides had said such terrific things about. The place was packed, and it is run by actual French people (or poseurs doing marvelous imitations). The menus produced a great deal of slobbering, because the dishes sounded mouth-watering.
Alas, the four of us were underwhelmed--the food was good, not spectacular. They have the presentation of nouvelle cuisine down, but not the luscious taste. The appetizers and entrees were overall a bit bland. I enjoyed my sesame-encrusted salmon, but not enough to make me think, "I've got to go back." Fernando pronounced his steak au poivre to be tasty but not au poivre. Darin liked his lobster and pasta. Nancy enjoyed her potato-scale-covered salmon, but she wasn't overwhelmed by it.
Nobody said, "Wow, we've got to come back here." I'd had such high hopes, given how crowded it was, and the reviews.
The desserts were quite tasty: Nancy and I each had flourless chocolate cake, Darin had an apple tart with caramel sauce, and Fernando had profiteroles.
Evidently the USC Script List finally went out, because I got a phone call today from a respectable production company wanting the Rewrite Script, and an e-mail from a producer/manager who also wanted to see the Rewrite Script.
Linda got a phone call from this producer/manager at the same time I got my e-mail, so we figure she's contacting everyone in the class, to see what sticks. Linda even asked her, "Who do you represent?" and she obfuscated. Goodbye.
Linda has also been getting a flurry of backhanded interest in her Thesis Script: one company wants a year-long free option. Linda is not interested. Len, when consulted about this, speculated that the producer who offered the option has already been shopping it around and has a nibble of interest. Linda is holding out for the cash.
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