Vermont-bound
Brian and I are off to Vermont to work on Tales from the Bad Years at the Paramount Theatre. It will be us and the mountains for a few days. My hope is that (1) I will get to work on Last Week’s Alcohol once I finish off the work on my check list for Bad Years and (2) I have internet in order to post.
In the meantime, be jealous. I know I’m supposed to savor the sun for as long as I can and I’ll miss it come winter, but the idea of 70 during the day and 50 at night? Mmmm. That is some good sleeping weather. And we get to go swimming, which I LOVE. So I’ll try to write soon, but I just wanted to let everyone know. I haven’t forgotten about Last Week’s Alcohol. I’ve just been called away. Right now I’m trying to structure out the story and it’s kind of messy. I can’t figure out how much time to spend at the parties and how much to spend on the top and bottom where they’re together. What do you guys think? Party? Right now I’m thinking party. I love the way it loops around and that the entire reason she goes back is because of all the drunken shinanigans around her.
Saw Vicky Christina Barcelona. While I don’t like the title, it is an incredibly fun place to be – both in location and plot. Reminded me of Superbad in that you could end it positively wherever but good job ending it at 90 minutes, Woody. It was lots of fun… And if acting were a sport with points, Penelope Cruz would have kicked everyone else’s ass. I would have given her a 6.2 for difficulty and a 7 for execution. According to the tepid and rambly reportage of the Olympics scoring system on MSNBC earlier today, that is very excellent.