Sunday, November 19, 2006

Well played, Shonda Rhimes

It finally happened. After two years of firm resistance, I have caved on the Grey's Anatomy thing. It's true. I'm hooked. I was flipping channels one night and caught an episode recapping everything that had happened up until now and my defenses were down and dammit, I was sobbing by the end of the freaking episode. Now I have to watch the freaking thing. I'm already sitting there watching Ugly Betty, so what's another hour right? Right.

As I said in a previous entry, it took a while for me to get on board, but now that I am all caught up, I am totally on board. The writing is good (good enough to make me cry every damn week) and let's face it, those surgeons are (to quote my friend Peter) the best looking bunch of doctors anyone will ever have working on them. Ronald from Can't Buy Me Love is all nice hair and crinkly smile, Chris O'Donnell (he's gone now, but he might be back) is all wholesome and all-American Chris O'Donnell-y, George (aka the gay one) is like a damn puppy with the sad eyes and the awkwardness around his Latin Lover, Karev is all male modely machismo (although, I don't know that a lot of male models work the machismo as much as they work the androgyny) and then, THEN there is McSteamy (I don't even think I know his regular doctor name). Holy crap is he handsome. I sent one of my gays a picture of McSteamy and received a reply that read, "I am going to dedicate the rest of my life to this man." I was pretty much thrown the first time I saw him, probably because he was in a towel. He's no Dr. Doug Ross (that would be two-time Sexiest Man Alive, George Clooney) but he'll do in a pinch. Maybe it's the graying hair and the smirky snarkiness. Nope, I think it's something else. I think it's the towel.

OK, enough about the man candy, back to my original point, which is that the writing is pretty good. I like I good script, who doesn't? (Considering some of the crap that's out there, I'm going to guess that a lot of people don't like a good script) After a few years of nothing but cartoons (Simpsons, Family Guy, American Dad) and "reality" shows (America's Next Top Model is like crack to me, and I'll watch anything with a countdown. I don't know why), it's nice to have something to enjoy that is live action and scripted with some sort of story arc. It's nice to be moved by people acting and reacting to something other than having their entire house overhauled while they were out. I know that it's formulaic and that it's been done before (St. Elsewhere, ER, Chicago Hope and my personal fave Trapper John, MD. Gonzo Gates where are you now?). I even know that it's been done better, but that's ok. I like it, the same way I like two out of three versions of Law & Order (I can't do Criminal Intent. D'Onofrio freaks me out). You know what else I like about it? Everybody isn't white. How refreshing! It's almost like real life, except that, again, these people are above average in the looks department.

So, here I am, a fan of Grey's Anatomy. Congratulations Shonda Rhimes. You won me over with your snappy dialogue and interesting characters. As for Dr. Skinny McTeary, she still bugs me, but there are enough other characters that I find myself caring about to make up for the fact that she's there squinting and doing her little voice overs. Seriously.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Dream a Little Dream

Sometimes, my dreams are so vivid, (like the ones about my Dad) that I wake up thinking "WTF just happened?" I had a dream that he came back, the Magnificent Obsession. I was at an art show with ML, I think it was at Artspace. ML's brother was showing a video piece. Cat was there, lots of people were there. I'm looking around, talking to people, having a laugh and whatnot. I look up and there he is. Just walks through the door like he's been living in town the whole time. And I'm thinking, "Is that? No freaking way, can't be." But it is. He looked how I imagine he would look now: glasses, shorter hair, ten years older. He comes over to me, puts his arm around my waist, gives me a peck on the cheek and tells me how nice it is to see me. OOOKaaay. Here's the kicker: he's with my grade school crush! Um, WHAT? And then, THEN, it turns out that he has a piece in the show too. A performance piece. Seriously? Seriously. And yes, it's bad performance art, what else would it be? At least my subconscious spared me from having him turn up in my dream wearing a kilt (he was Scottish by way of Louisiana and would show up at parties wearing one from time to time, but that would have really been too much for me).

I know why I had this dream. ML and I were having a very nice dinner at Central Steakhouse and we were talking about all sorts of things. His record, my book, work, taking a vacation, you know, stuff. We got on the topic of dating and relationships and how people meet their significant others. So it came up: how I had seen Magnificent Obsession at a party and fallen head over heels on sight. Yup, love at first sight. I realize this makes me a bit cliche, but whatever, it happened. I was at a YSD party with my friends, sitting with Mr. Doug, having a drink. I looked up and saw him dancing across the room and that was it. I was all "Who IS that?" and Mr. Doug said "Oh, that's Magnificent Obsession (if you want his name, you'll have to read my book if it ever comes out)." And then I said, "I'm in love with him." Just like that, I knew, not the way you know about a good melon, but still, I knew. And for the next three years, though I spent time with other boys and men, he was it for me.

I told ML how being with Magnificent Obsession was the best worst thing I've ever done I also said that everyone should have the opportunity to have that feeling of all consuming, gotta have you even though it might be bad for me in the short term I will learn from this in the long term kind of passion. Because then you know you're capable of feeling something that strong and hopefully you will feel something similar for the next person. Similar, not exactly the same, because that shit happens only once in a lifetime for most people. And a lot of people don't end up with the person that they felt all of that for in the first place, because maybe it's too much and maybe it's a wee bit unhealthy, as it was in my case.Ok, more than wee bit. (No, I don't have stats on all that, I'm just saying.Just speaking from experience here.) Did a lot of crazy things happen over the course of the three years we were involved (not together, because we were never officially together)? Yes. Did I behave foolishly? Oh my God, DID I, and often. Was I, in a nutshell, what my gays call "a hot mess?" Absolutely, sometimes even a hot drunken mess, because the booze makes everything more vivid and dramatic. Do I still think about him? From time to time (obviously, I just had a dream about him). Do I have regrets? Nope. When the dust settled after that one, I picked up the good memories and I carry them with me to this day. Ok, first I sought psychiatric help, THEN I sorted out the good from the bad and that's what I keep with me. So, to sum up, I know what it feels like to fall in love hard and fast. I know what having my heart totally broken feels like (did you know that you can actually have chest pains due to a broken heart?) and I know that I can survive both. AND, some good poems came out of it all, so really, what do I have to complain about? My point exactly.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Defying Gravity

This beautiful young lady is my niece. She just turned 14 last week. We celebrated by going to her very first Broadway show. I met her and her mom (my sister) in the City and we had a nice meal. Then we went to the show. What show? Wicked. It was really beautiful and fun. Catchy tunes (listen to Popular and see if it doesn't get stuck in your head, go on, I dare you), amazing sets and costumes, cool little twists in the story, nice message. I cried a little at the end of the first act, and got choked up at the end, surprise. Good times.

Oh, maybe you're wondering what that thing she's standing in is. That's Glinda's "bubble," the one she makes her entrance in at the top of the show. You see, when I mentioned to my theater friends that I was taking my niece to see her first show and that her first show would be Wicked, they managed to arrange for a backstage and onstage tour. Of course, I didn't tell her that was going to happen until we were at the stage door. SURPRISE!! You should have seen her face. So, big love to Cat, Kai and Mr. Doug for making this happen. And special thanks to Jordan the sound engineer for being a very gracious host/tour guide. It was so freaking cool. And yes, if you happened to walk past my little office on Friday, I was listening to the soundtrack on a continuous loop. (I would apologize to my coworkers, but sometimes, what they are listening to drives me bananas too. I didn't say it sucked!). I purchased a sweatshirt for my niece (don't know if she's taken it off yet) and baseball tees for my sister and me that say "defy gravity" (must wear a bra with this tee or else it's just a little bit sad). It meant a lot to me to be able to do this for my niece, who is also my god daughter and everything I wish I had been at her age. I'm hoping we can make it a tradition, which means I'm going to have to remember to invite my mother next time or risk catching hell again. Apparently, having a photo op with Jon Secada is not enough.

Speaking of Mr. Doug, after three plus years working on Wicked (click here for his hilarious and touching highlights of this gig), he's moving on, who knows where, but I know it's going to be wonderful. Good luck with whatever your next adventure may bring. I hope the wind blows you this way soon, so that we can catch up over some Malaysian food. And keep making those mixes! Oh, about this picture, yeah, high-larious.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Audrey Moment

Ok. So, forget that I totally alluded to this Audrey/Natalie comparison in a previous
post. And try not to think about the fact that she gets to wear THE of the three Givenchy created for Audrey to wear in the film Breakfast at Tiffany's (the remaining two are in Madrid's Museum of Costume and in Givenchy's archive). This dress is going to be auctioned off at Christies South Kensington, London on December 5 with proceeds going to charity. It is valued at, oh, somewhere between, oh I don't know....50,000 to 70,000 pounds, but it will probably go for more than that easily. Sadly, I have no where near that money and I don't think Christies does the lay-away thing.

My point, and I do have one, is simple. Been there, done that.

This is me in the spring of 1997. Black column dress with interesting back view? Check. Pearl choker and earrings? Check. Coy over the shoulder look? Check. I was roughly the same age in this photo as Miss Portman is above, give or take a month and I was on my way to the Yale School of Drama's prom. No, I was not chaperoning.

I wonder where the hell that dress is. Damn.