My Weekend

Friday I went to a party at the Fun Boy 3's new house in Hollywood. I went with Linda, both because she knew where it was and I didn't want to go alone. It was a strange party, because Aaron (one of the FB3; the others are Todd and Christian) didn't deliver the invitations to the mailboxes at the department.

Also, Aaron was supposed to show up with the food and got sidetracked with his girlfriend for an hour or three.

A guy I'd never seen before showed up, looked at me, and said, "Wait, I know you, right?" He went through the list of places we could have met: classes, film shoots, other parties...he finally settled on the answer I was sure he was going to come up with: "I guess it's that you look like Nicole Kidman."

Sigh.

Afterward, Linda and I went back to her apartment and talked about our scripts, our compatriots' scripts (I've heard tell of one of my classmates' scripts, which essentially makes fun of two people in our class -- I'm like, why waste your thesis script on this?), and writing.

On Saturday, Harry threw a barbecue up in the Angeles Mountains. He had lots of meat and corn and lots of drink and did I mention the meat? I don't know why, but Texans are very big on barbecue, and it's a good thing too.

I didn't eat that evening. Slept some though.

Today Darin and I lazed about playing computer games, until we finally decided to go to breakfast at John O'Groats. Of course, we got there too late -- it had already closed. (It closes at 2.)

That kind of a day.

Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

None whatsoever. Rome wasn't built in a day, but the Romans didn't take 3 day weekends either.