Saturday, 9 November 2013
Holy
heck,
It's not
even 8pm and I feel like it’s two past midnight. Been a looong day. Been a long
day yesterday and tomorrow probably will be, also. And these aren't unpleasant
days, they're just.. Very stretchy. Almost all of what’s happening is very
okay, with small, putrid spots of shitty individuality or happenstance, that
drains me like foot long fat leeches hanging from my balls.
I think tonight I’ve missed my
camera up to physical pain. Yesterday, after cooking and baking all day, up
until I’ve had it with the company, I’ve missed it a little. We made some cute
stuff. It would have been neatly pictureworthy. Laters, my sweet mate Maja took
me to a concert and I missed it even more. The concert wasn’t very good. The
hall was all wrong, as it was a conference, not a concert hall, and the music
was supposed to be movie soundtracks piano by some famous virtuoso or another.
What he turned out to be was a self-orgasmic, self-worshipping, tasteless force
of proof, that piano can be played incredibly fast and incredibly loud. So
pretty much all I heard was some very violent noise and a piano being beaten
really quickly. A lot of people were walking around the ‘stage’, taking flash
photos. That I normally consider being tactless, but in this case, I think the
guy thrived on it. If I had my camera with me, I wouldn’t have heard the music.
Afterwards, Maja took me for virgin pina coladas and the evening ended
perfectly. I’ve been having good dreams lately.
Very early today, G and I drove
up to help mum with the final preparations for St. Martin’s feast. G instantly
drove on to get some young vine, whereas mum and I baked on (and decorated
stuff). People arrived, it was chatty and friendly and soooo much food! Again,
a wonderful, albeit very rainy day, with occasional bullshit stains and some
tummy ache from too much great food. I started suffering ridiculous headache at
around 1pm, only to realize last night’s pina coladas were the last drinks I’ve
had. I must be the only person who giver herself hangovers on parties via
draught.
Just now, I’ve returned from a
really lovely party. Probably the loveliest I’ve been to in a while. Sara
Stropnik celebrated her B-day with another friend and she already lives in a
very lovely house that was not only made more amazing by all the food and
setting. By now, I wasn’t only so tired I could barely speak, I was practically
blind from lack of my Mark. There were still frames pricking my brain of all
the stuff I could have portrayed… People’s outfits. Slippers. Guacamole sauces.
Details of the kitchen. Salad spoons. Fruit. Cheeses. Faces. Gifts.
G was waiting for me in the car.
He drove me to location, because I was in no shape to drive alone in the dark
in pouring rain, then watched movies on the pad. If there wasn’t for him
waiting, I would have stayed longer mute, unhappy without Marki, feeling
unnaturally exposed and unusually uncomfortable about being in a room full of
strangers. I just wanted to go home. I wanted this party to happen on a day
when I’ll be rested and fully equipped. Then it would have been the best party
ever. I am such a whore for the visual wonders of individual expressionism.
Tomorrow, we are shooting in a
castle ruin – hopefully with a small bonfire going, but more importantly, we’ll
be doing the origins scene … And I’ll write all about it later. Because it will
be a scary bitch to pull off. And I can’t wait to try. In the rain. In the
cold. I doubt I’ll have any problems convincing the actress to be “extremely
miserable and haunted”….
And I mustn’t forget a rope, in
case she gets stuck in the mud.
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