The above picture is sadder than a boatload of stranded orphans having to eat their au pair for survival. I mean, just look at him. Heartbreaking, no? I snapped the above pic as Carl Binder was preparing to head off into the sunset, luggage and script outline in tow. After a wonderful week of story spinning and endless distractions, Carl took his leave, voicing his desire to, someday, work with us again. It was, indeed, just like old times while he was in town – with the addition of a loopy German wildcard (Alex) – and I know I speak for everyone in the writing department when I say: “Carl, as you leave to catch your flight back home, know this – We are really counting on you to deliver a solid draft! Everybody really liked your first script so there’s incredible pressure on you to do an equally fantastic job on this one. Don’t screw up! Make sure it’s great!!!!!”. I know, I know. A little sappy. But I’m the sentimental type.
Last night, we saw Carl off in the fine Indian style he so grew accustomed to growing up on the streets of Calcutta – with a wonderful Indian meal at Babur Restaurant (clickthrough.html). We all came away very, very impressed by what turned out to be one of the best meals (Indian or otherwise) any of us had enjoyed in quite some time. You know how, when you visit a nice restaurant, there is always one, maybe two dishes that really stand out and make you say “Damn, I have GOT to come back here. Preferably with less hungry fellow diners.”? Well, an astounding six of the seven dishes we ordered last night were that “Holy Smokes!” fantastic (The lone dissenter being the lentil dish, but expecting a lentil dish to be fantastic is akin to assuming the Toronto Maple Leafs will make the playoffs. I mean, come on. Let’ s be realistic.).
Whew! Feeling a little overwhelmed of late what with prepping the show, the conference calls, the spinning sessions, the script meetings, the writing, the rewriting, the blogging, and the search for a new place. I miss my Vancouver routine: dinner, blog, workout/watch t.v. or dvd, read, and sleep. I have little time to watch anything anymore, my workouts have been sporadic, it feels like forever since I’ve actually sat down and read a book, and sleeping through the night is next to impossible in this uncomfortably warm apartment. I am pleased to report, however, that I’ve managed to continue my dinner-eating ways. Would love to go back for a visit, even if it’s only for a weekend, but with the dogs here in Toronto that’s most unlikely. Sadly, it doesn’t look like I’ll be back in Van until January of next year at the earliest.
That’s it for today. I’ve got some story synopses to finish up and a pile of notes to consider. Gute nacht!