10 46 pm pdt [ full days II ]
[This entry is continued from yesterday's.]
So, Eleanor and Dan arrived shortly thereafter.
The four of us dipped into numerous topics. When the
waitress came, Eleanor ordered a gin and tonic. Dan got chips and salsa
and I asked for a popcorn bowl. She brought my saké with a small
cup. As soon as she left I noticed that the cup was dirty and sticky, so
I waited for her return. Upon her return she informed Eleanor that they
had just gotten a new gun, and it had broken, so there were no tonics or
sodas at all. I explained, "This cup is dirty; may I have a clean one?"
"Probably not."
"Well, can I have a different one?"
"That I can do."
Then she began fixating on my dirty cup, scrunching up
her face and making many "Ew!" exclaimations.
The second cup she brought me was also visibly dirty,
so I stuck to drinking out of the bottle.
After a long while, the playwrite and his lady friend
showed up. When they sat at our table with the director I noticed that
the other actresses and a male friend seated themselves at a nearby table.
I began gesturing, assuring them we could all squeeze in together, and
indeed we did. We absolutely packed our huge table, but then the
conversations really flared up and the evening was chatted away on myriad
subject.
It was great fun all around!
I wanted to write all about my fantastic adventure at
SFMOMA yesterday, but I'll leave that till later in the week if you don't
mind. I'd like to end with this:
From: ______
To: Rachel
I read your June 1st entry Rachel. I am very sorry
that someone would leave you such senseless and callous remarks and i'm
also sorry that they affected you so much. I hope that you know that for
every one jerk who sends you ridiculous messages, there are a lot of us
who think you write wonderfully.
I enjoy your pattern of writing (and now I know also
your pattern of speaking). It is formal without being over-the-top and I
have always enjoyed it.
I hope that you won't let someone who doesn't deserve
the time of your thoughts deter you from continuing to write in the way
that you do.
Take care!
From: Rachel
To: ______
You are just the biggest sweetheart for taking the time
to write to me.
It just irks me that some diarist never get anything
but super-nice worshipfull e-mail and I seem to get people who feel like
putting me down for sport. I know, poor me. I really have nothing to
complain about except the fact that I am over-sensistive, and if given the
choice, would stay that way, because I like caring about other people's
feelings. I'm sure I'll never stop being baffled that not everyone else
is the same.
I know my writing isn't flawless and I know that this
phenomenon partially results from the fact that I am overly-anal about
getting some text down every day. I know I've settled for quantity over
quality, but I don't see why people who don't like it can't simply follow
a link off my site without comment.
Enough rambling. Amongst my crazed schemes of starting
a genealogical society, getting some art displayed in a gallery, and
finishing one of the myriad novels I started in high school, I am still
jazzed about publishing an -- albeit off-beat and funky -- print magazine,
and I believe you said you were interested. I'll certianly be mortified
if it wasn't you, but if it was, do let me know if you are still
interested.
And thanks again. You are too kind!
