sxg: October 2007

ONWARDS AND UPWARDS

i resigned from my job today.

the shock, horror and carnage i left behind was priceless. (no, i would not consider staying on `just for the day' to help out because you're shortstaffed).

i haven't been so happy in....the four years that i've been working there.

on to bigger, better and less orange things

i have. no words.

mainly because i've just shrieked myself hoarse.
guess whose sister starts work on JP's film next week.
guess whose sister is taking yours truly to set.
guess whose sister is getting yours truly a job as a PA.
guess who has the best sister in the world today?

`A Special Birthday Wish...'

f: THEY ALL SIGNED IT FOR YOU????????????????
me: !!!!! i didn't even notice
f: TWATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

sorry g, if i dismissed this offhand. it was 2 am, the endorphins from the tattoo parlour were wearing off and my head was starting to spin. but what a fab gift

the deed. it's done.

guest blogger alert:

here are a couple of hightlights (memory blackout notwithstanding)

1. oats' look when she thought i was being cheap and getting her the teeny weeny tat i got for me (for her). abject horror is how i would describe it.
2. spying on and snickering at oats stripped down to her bra-straps, with a slip of a ginga' holding a needle to her skin.
3. oats' post-tat exhilaration: ``i want more'' whispered hungrily in a tone reminiscent of kirsten dunst's baby vamp.
4. endless array of crap photos of all and sundry. not to mention flash's distressing camera exercise of magnifying romolo's beard till it looked like a contagious and dangerous skin condition.
5. excitedly planning a carnival: oats the tattooed lady, dena the trapeze artist, flavia the bearded lady, romolo the stick insect, flash the fat lady.

and so much more. that must be kept on the DL - love, crowbar

my new favourite travel companion

is quite the sport. jowling, flubbering, leaping, bounding, schlepping and tramming our way through the portuguese bars and cafes. and up the steps. all. those. steps.

my new favourite city

oats spends several hours at the lisbon acquarium

cooing at fan-handing otters and ogling the starfishes.

a spot of work

and the reason i got to spend a sun-fun-port-filled weekend in lisbon in the first place

the cufflink wars

viva la rita!

love this woman. though not as much as f does. still, when i clocked her boarding my plane, i took the only opportunity i will ever have (she is 120 years old, after all) to pay my respects and receive an elegant, paper-thin kiss in exchange. oh, and an oh-so-fragile `l'italia mi vuole veramente bene!'

tenerezza infinita - rita levi montalcini: Born: 4/22/1909

`my tat looks like something scribbled on the back of a business card?'

to the certain someone who recently called me `dysfunctional' and unable to carry on a `normal' relationship, this is my response.

(thanks, rom)

like mother, like crazy sicilian

except gina is even more irascible, scathing and irreverent than her suddenly subdued-in-comparison daughter. if that's possible.

dealing with Gotterdammerung

oats and crowbar head to tuscany, spurred on by the promise of homemade tortellini awaiting and a quick film. 2.5 hours there, 2 hours to kick it, 2.5 hours back. the perfect sunday prospect.

what they didn't count on was that someone had switched off the mains. thus turning the fridge and freezer into a rancid tortellini graveyard, replete with fetid liquid and a stench that drove us both to empty the contents of our already overhung stomachs.

needless to say, no tortellini were had, and the intrepid girls had to content themselves with chips, cheeze puffs and air freshener.

quotes of the day:

o: i think i just threw up a little in my mouth
f: no no, i flat-out hurled. violently

o: f! i think someone's coming up the path!
f: pal. not now. i'm dealing with Gotterdammerung in here

what are they like?

not to mention, what are they doing?

another night, another budding overhang

``we didn't like those last shots, tell her to send out different ones'

Et si l'On n'existait pas?

by all accounts, the Paris premiere was a hit. as has been the entire run so far. and la Rastello has broken both legs. and arms.
brava, indeed

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