In a few short hours I’ll be on my way to Vegas for the third time in my life and, like the other times, it’s for an occasion that is sure to be fun: the recommitment ceremony for TheFirst and his lovely wife. Ten years those two crazy kids have been together. Exceedingly fabulous, that is.
So I’m taking the Greyhound there today, whereupon I will take two more buses to get to my hotel: the Paris Hotel and Casino. Which, through an incredible stroke of fate, I will be staying at for two nights completely free of charge. Because I mentioned going to Vegas this weekend to someone I know, whereupon she promptly whipped out her cell phone, called a friend of hers at Paris and arranged for a comp room. Yeah, I know, sometimes I’m one of the luckiest people I know.
So tonight I anticipate not doing much of anything, and tomorrow I’ll probably walk around the Strip before the ceremony and reception, since I’m really not much of a gambler, then a grand ol’ time with TheFirst, his family and friends, then sleep, I daresay, before waking up way too early so that I can leave Vegas at 7am.
Why so early? Because there is a Comunications meeting that evening that I’d like to try to make, if I’m not half-dead from the Greyhound trip home.
But I actually got sleep last night, if you can believe it. I got home a little after 8pm last night, puttered around the house a bit, spoke on the phone with a friend to go over a few points of his script – he actually agreed with all but one of my points. Wow! And that one he didn’t agree with – well, I could see where he was going with it, and I understood his viewpoint. I still don’t agree with it, but I understand it. And, when we joked around about him casting me in a small role in exchange for me getting him a three-picture deal and allowing him to direct it (BTW, I happen to like the script quite a bit), he actually said there was one smaller role I would be perfect for. Thing is, except for the age (it’s a nineteen year old grad student), he’s absolutely right. Though he wrote the script before we met, it is almost as if it were written specifically for me (even if the character is described as a bit of a Sixties throwback – I like to think of myself as Thoroughly Modern Carol – oh, stop snickering). Very cool.
(I may just have to see if I can find any strings that can be pulled. Hmmm…)
Anywho, I was actually in bed by 9:30 last night and asleep by 10. I was out of bed this morning by 5am and got rolling with preparations for today’s trip. You know, laundry and a teeny bit of cleaning.
So y’all won’t hear from me this weekend, but if you’re in the mood to comment, well, consider the comments an open thread, talking about whatever crosses your mind. All I ask is that you play nice, which I know y’all can do because, well, you’re just very cool people.
A marvelous weekend to one and all!