My lips are chapped & I'm peeling them off & they hurt. Work is slammed & I keep getting emails & I feel terribly guilty about blogging rather than responding. I spent a very long-seeming Halloween weekend staying up way, way too late every nite. Friday after Ladyfest at North Sixth I had people over till five or sixish, & Saturday, post-parties, I found myself & several others at a friend's place till 4 (taking the time adjustment into account). In the daytime I watched La Dolce Vita & scarfed mac & cheese. There's a scene just before the end where a party is ending at dawn. Instead of everyone leaving whenever they feel like it, Marcello basically traps everyone there against their will. Finally they announce each person’s name in succession. That person gets up & does a little dance in the hallway while Marcello showers him or her with chicken feathers. Then the person dances out the door. That's the way to end a party, I thought. None of this sitting around wondering when people are going to leave.
(If you've seen the movie, I hope you know I'm half-kidding. The same feathers are used to cruelly degrade a drunken woman from the Italian countryside & the scene isn't exactly notable as an ideal party guide. Still, I like the idea of having everyone leave in a procession of sorts. It’s so celebratory.)
Today I am thinking about finishing a bunch of work, trying out a new budget of $15 a day, wishing my f.b. & I had more similar schedules, squinting at the screen, tied up in knots about the election, still peeling my lips, feeling somewhere between listless & despondent, wanting my name to be as cool as Anouk Aimée & counting the minutes till 5:30.
