“Shoo!”I yelled, waving my arms over my head. “Shoo! SHOO!” They backed up, wide-eyed and fearful, and then, slowly, advanced once again. “Tssss!”I hissed, stamping my foot for added effect. “TSSSS! SHOOO!” The pack held its ground and stared back at me uncertainly then, cautiously, two of them crept forward, sniffing the air for any signs of danger, and unfurled a banner. It read: “SAM&JACK CONFIRMATION”. Giving up, I approached the gate and snapped a picture.
“Hi, Joe,”one of the fans greeted me. “I’m Nell. I came all the way from Washington.”
“Well,”I told her, “if you came all the way from Washington AND made that banner, then the least Brad could do is put that confirmation in the next movie.” I promised to talk to him about it that very afternoon.
I snapped some more shots, met my fellow culinary-naut Carolina, and gave them the lowdown on what all the commotion was about on my side of the fence. Marty G. was directing the last few scenes of Brain Storm in a reefer truck (which is capable of being refrigerated to below freezing). Room temp today. Tomorrow, Jewel gets chilly.
Last night, we threw caution to the wind and tried somewhere new for dinner: a quaint little Italian eatery on West Broadway called Favorito Restaruant. As we strolled up to the place, Fondy couldn’t help but notice it was practically empty. “Is that a bad sign?”she asked me. In retrospect -Yes, yes it is. A very bad sign! Our chorizo sausage starter was redolent with the flavor tomatoes, bell peppers, and freezer burn. My beef tortellini was overcooked and somewhat bland. Not terrible but just the type of pasta I’d treat my proud Italian mother to if I wanted to make her really, REALLY angry. We skipped dessert, not wishing to press our luck. Alas, the die had already been cast. Fondy was sick later that night. I’m not saying the food was to blame. Sure, it may have been the suspect chorizo. Or the cafeteria-style lasagna. Or it could have been an alien entity that laid its eggs in her stomach overnight. Who knows? Just in case though, I think we’ll put skip a return visit.
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An exhausting day today. Details to follow. In the meantime, enjoy today’s Weird Food Purchase of the Day: Pork Blood Tofu. No, for real!