Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Travels
All of a sudden, people have been e-mailing me about half-price airfare tickets. I really have to stick with a strict budget, but I have already purchased a few fares for long weekends in the next couple of months -- and I'm not yet done.
My one talented friend, the one who runs a film festival, has asked me to help him 'curate' a show in Florida in a few weeks. Yeah, there's quotes around the word 'curate' because I don't think that's what I'll really be doing. I'll be packing and shipping films, and maybe announcing the movies before the audience. It's outside of Miamia, Florida.
I'm a little apprehensive. I don't much like Florida. That probably sounds weird to a lot of people. I have a few good friends who live there, but everything is too new and too hot.
My friend likes doing the Club scene, and I'm psyching myself for that. I know exactly what women feel when they complain about Victoria Secret models. Let's face it, I'm 42 and I might as well be invisible in these clubs.
It wouldn't bother me if I was by myself, dancing and enjoying the music. I've taken myself out on the town like that many times. But my friend is younger, very tall and goodlooking in a classic way. He gets so much attention that, standing next to him, I feel like a dried-up turnip. Being mature about it, I guess I'm happy enough that this happens and, yeah yeah, left to my own devices I do just fine on my terms and on my turf. But being infantile, it reminds me of the Old Days and that I now have to pay for my drinks when I go out.
So I'm gearing up for an evening or two of that -- and maybe it won't be so bad after all.
The other flight I've just purchased is for Boston, where this spring, my other very talented friend is living. (I have only two friends, both of whom are very talented, hah!) We have plans to hit the movie houses, bookstores and restaurants. On that flight, I noticed I have a four-hour layover in Washington, DC. Perhaps I will meet my cousin's coworker for a drink and see if there's any 'magic.'
And I still have to purchase flights for Colorado and Nevada.
My one talented friend, the one who runs a film festival, has asked me to help him 'curate' a show in Florida in a few weeks. Yeah, there's quotes around the word 'curate' because I don't think that's what I'll really be doing. I'll be packing and shipping films, and maybe announcing the movies before the audience. It's outside of Miamia, Florida.
I'm a little apprehensive. I don't much like Florida. That probably sounds weird to a lot of people. I have a few good friends who live there, but everything is too new and too hot.
My friend likes doing the Club scene, and I'm psyching myself for that. I know exactly what women feel when they complain about Victoria Secret models. Let's face it, I'm 42 and I might as well be invisible in these clubs.
It wouldn't bother me if I was by myself, dancing and enjoying the music. I've taken myself out on the town like that many times. But my friend is younger, very tall and goodlooking in a classic way. He gets so much attention that, standing next to him, I feel like a dried-up turnip. Being mature about it, I guess I'm happy enough that this happens and, yeah yeah, left to my own devices I do just fine on my terms and on my turf. But being infantile, it reminds me of the Old Days and that I now have to pay for my drinks when I go out.
So I'm gearing up for an evening or two of that -- and maybe it won't be so bad after all.
The other flight I've just purchased is for Boston, where this spring, my other very talented friend is living. (I have only two friends, both of whom are very talented, hah!) We have plans to hit the movie houses, bookstores and restaurants. On that flight, I noticed I have a four-hour layover in Washington, DC. Perhaps I will meet my cousin's coworker for a drink and see if there's any 'magic.'
And I still have to purchase flights for Colorado and Nevada.