4th
Seems like I was either drunk or stoned or under some psychotic misfitted mindfuck the entire weekend. Monday morning was spent writing and re-writing the first part of the memoirs; but between the brain-wilts and minor distractions (God I need to focus!), nothing substantial got done. In the afternoon Kerry called to meet him on Hester and Elizabeth. We needed some groceries for the small dinner party that night. We had about half an hour to buy something — anything — to pull the dinner together, since he met me half an hour late. As always, he was punctual.
Luckily, some other people helped us pull it together so we came out with:
1) Mixed green salad with olive oil & vinegrette dressing
2) Bruschetta - garden tomatoes, mozzarella and basil on toasted wheat slices
3) Risotto with diced tomatoes, spices, sugar and green peppers
4) Mashed butternut squash, sprinkled with brown sugar
5) Black bean, garlic and spiced beef with Chinese baby cabbage
6) Egg noodles stir fried with roast pork, diced seasoned shrimp, green peppers, drizzled with soy and ginger
7) Rum punch
All in all, for a small event pulled together in a matter of hours, I thought it turned out well. Kerry and I make good chefs/sous chefs. He did the dicing slicing sweating and I did the cursing, seasoning, woking, deveining, and cleaning.
God, do all actors complain about their profession? I thought writers were bad, but most writers are introverted; actors, however, like to share their pain, their angst, their sacrifice – between bites, I heard enough about the twisted world of tryouts and agents and sexual trysts to last me for a while. It was interesting to hear, but I'm sure it's worse to endure.
What? Oh, my day job? I'm an internet guy.
Spent the rest of the night on the roof, watching fireworks to the sounds of 1812 Overture. Met Marissa in person for the first time – she looks a lot smaller in person than she is on stage – a bundle of nervous energy, especially after a couple of glasses of Bordeux. I couldn't quite place my pulse on the energy between her and Kerry.
Fireworks display was a good diversion. On the rooftop you can see the hulking blackness of Brooklyn, stretching out in all directions, punctuated only by the gleams of Manhattan in the infinite distance. I stumbled home a jumbled mess of words and wine and smoke. Again.