I have traveled to “Vacation” since last we met, and it is very fine here.
…They serve post-rehearsal margaritas (and laughs) for free.
It’s this whole package deal they have.
I’m on a 4-day hiatus from the day-job, as stipulated by the Boss. He has never (in six years) stipulated that I take time off on purpose. And this is only because the clouds of impending doom are just there on the horizon…we can all smell the sales storm coming…so he figured he’d force both me and the WHS Pimp to take time off while we can, in view of the fact that we may not survive the summer to the next winter death knoll.
Makes sense, I suppose.
Either way: here I sit.
…Much like I would on ANY night (come to think on it)…just as late, just as behind on the blogging, brain just as full of lines and blocking as ever. Only difference is that tomorrow I get to make it my “profession” to be a person of leisure. And I get to say “profession” as I will be getting paid to do it. Whatever the “it” might contain.
…Possibly a Grand movie (for I miss it…not that I even know what the hell is playing.) Possibly a bookstore visit (because I haven’t got enough things to read as it is, or anything.) Possibly an out-of-town field trip (location: unknown.)
…As long as my sober body is at the rehearsal by 7PM tomorrow, I am my own mistress of mischief.
…I only wish I was privately funded as well.
In Other News: Back when I was supposed to be sleeping across last night and early morning, but couldn’t (thanks to Mrs. Johnson), I indulged in a little downloaded “Wilde,” the bio film with everyone and their mother in it. I had forgotten how many of my absolute favs were a part of it. And often in cameos, at that. I can’t say it was exactly “delightful,” but the frequent one-liner Wildeisms gave many a snickering relief to the drama…and if there is a more perfect person to portray the great Irish wit than Stephen Fry, I call “Bollocks” on it!
…Plus, everyone was so damn young!
…Jude Law is at his absolute MOST beautiful, no one even knows who Ioan Gruffudd is as yet, Michael Sheen is still baby-faced (even with the moustache), Judy Parfitt is decades from becoming a St. Raymond’s mainstay in “Midwives,” Jennifer Ehle looks about 18 years old (though she is 2 years past her famously delicious Lizzy Bennet phase), and Redgrave, Jones, Wanamaker and Wilkinson round out the parents and intimates, in a casting wet-dream of ridiculous pedigree.
A hard “watch” for content, but a classic in natural flow of the Wildean ways.
…Also started reading “De Profundis” the other night. Tough stuff. Very raw. Very intimate. Keep taking breaks only because I feel such an overwhelming sense of reading someone’s diary when I shouldn’t be. Quite a statement, and self-account, and accusatory testament. The harshness of his self critique, and what he felt as a disloyalty to art and work and the finer aspirations in life, for a love affair…(or obsession, however you might choose to see it)…all in retrospect. Makes some of his most famous of lines, so poignant, behind the scenes of their actual creation.
“There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.”
…Indeed.
~D
