I meant to write today. Instead I went to see “Constantine.” I think if you’re going to waste time you should really do it up right. The movie is pretty lame except when Tilda Swinton comes onscreen, and you are like, oh thank GOD there is someone with more than three facial expressions here. To be fair, I love Keanu. I don’t think he’s Olivier, but hey, Olivier could not have played Neo, so there.
I have done a fair amount of playing this week. My goodness. It’s anarchy, I tell you, anarchy! Wednesday I had lunch with David Levithan (Boy Meets Boy; Realm of Possibility; the upcoming Are We There Yet? which I thought was so lovely). David is riotously funny, and our lunch date was no exception. We both had the veggie taco salad and blood orange lemonade at Spring Street Naturals, which prompted some Single White Female joking: “Here, Buddy! Come Here!” (Uh, you have to see the movie for that reference.) And David said he thought I should call the new book, Greater and More Terrible. I am sorely tempted. He was off to England to appear on their version of The Today Show to defend his honor. Apparently, Boy Meets Boy just came out over there and has been very controversial. Yikes. I would not have expected that. I can only hope that the narrow-mindedness of some will result in huge sales for my pal, David. That would be poetic justice.
Yesterday, I spoke to a book discussion group at the Little Red Schoolhouse in Manhattan, which was a lot of fun, and then went out afterwards with my friend Jennifer Hubert, who is the middle school librarian there. We hung out in the Village and yakked for four hours. Jen is one of the most well-read people I know so it is a pleasure to “book talk” with her.
What else…what else…Oh, I read Boy Proof by Cecil Castellucci. This is a must-read. Egg is one of the freshest heroines I’ve met in a long time.
My friend Suse interviewed Eric Idle for People magazine and I am CONSUMED with envy. I’m dying to see Spam-a-lot, Monty Python being my favorite TV show of all time.
(I’ve just re-read this entry and I am such a shameless name dropper! Or at least, that’s what Johnny Depp tells me all the time.)
I should be working on my website which is still under construction. Theo gives me these kind, patient phone calls that always end with “Can you please send me…” and “No, really, you can learn Dreamweaver.” Must do that. But this week, it’s been about just kicking back. I’m debating scanning in photos of my worst hairdos ever and putting them in a Hair Hall of Shame. The eighties were all about perms and Sun-In for me. Someone should have staged an intervention. I won’t even get into the clothes…
Tomorrow I’m off to Boston to visit my friend Eleanor. We’ve been friends since the 7th grade. Josh and I are taking the train from NYC to Boston and I will be armed with Pixter, books, crayons, and my laptop, which he can navigate better than I can. I can’t wait.