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May 21, 2008
Experiment: Day Seventeen
Last week, Keith and I drove up Wilshire, headed to a meeting, and while we were stopped at a redlight, I noticed a group of young men standing on the sidewalk next to us, each with a tuxedo in a hanging bag. One at a time, the guys reached over and hung their tux-bags on a tree branch. They joked around and horsed around and played around on the eve of a pretty important day.
We laughed to think about what it was their counterparts were doing. How their dresses were certainly not hung from a tree branch anywhere. How there was probably no horseplay going on while they received mani-pedi treatments and all that.
Monday night, during our dinner of green corn tamales at El Cholo, delivered (along with bonus drinks and loads of laughs) by our favorite waitress-slash-photographer Rachael, a hummingbird buzzed all over, dipping into the flowers overhead. We stopped our chat (oh, such bliss, having a long-overdue dinner with the lovely Anna Vocino) and giggled. I said, "Hi, Mom," as usual, and we just enjoyed the bliss that was patio-dining weather in Santa Monica in May.
Yesterday, while killing two hours between auditions for The Mikado Project and the first Cricket Feet Showcase cast meeting, I was approached by an actor who recognized me from my column. He had just moved here from somewhere else and wanted to take the opportunity to thank me in person for helping his move go so smoothly, having had access to my columns for the past four years at Showfax. He came up to the table and said, "Hi, Bonnie." I searched his face, hoping to recognize him from somewhere. Have I called him in? Has he submitted? Have I CAST him? Why does he know me? And it was all column-related. (So, I must look like my photo. Heh heh.) That he recognized me, felt compelled come over and thank me, and pretty much made my day was really nice and totally unexpected.
Today, one of our former neighbors stopped by, having moved away after getting engaged a couple of years ago, bringing her new baby to show off. Keith learned our landlord's oldest daughter starts kindergarten soon. How time does fly! A neighbor stopped by the other day with kitty treats for Archie, because he had been watching her from behind our screen door, and saw her giving treats to her kitty, Garbo (on whom Archie has a "from different worlds" crush, watching her lie on the patio, flicking her tail).
This is all just a random list of cuteness. And I needed that today. I had to choose to MISS taping of the showcase testimonials for our grant-proposal and sponsorship video package because of... ugh... let's just say "some unpleasantness" associated with a project of which I'm a part. And after a 20-minute phone meeting with the powers-that-be regarding getting that shit all straightened out, I received an email from Keith sharing a recipe from Tamika, who wanted him to let me know how much she missed me at the shoot.
The recipe?
Tamika's Aloetini
Trader Joe's aloe, honey, and cane juice
Ciroc vodka
I am all over that randomness. ;) And Keith will be bringing the ingredients home with him tonight so that I can report back on whether it's as yummy as it sounds.
*sigh*
It's a whole lot of little things that make you smile, sometimes.
Day Seventeen:
I am grateful for random cuteness.
(What is the Experiment? It is this.)
Posted by bonnie at May 21, 2008 3:16 PM