Getting a call from Mads in the morning can only mean one thing: I am doing something cool that night.
What it’s also taught me is: dress for day-to-night for said cool event/thing/outing.
Once upon a time, I came into work sick and she presented me with the invite to join her to go to the premiere of the film, “Magnolia.” I looked a hot mess. I went anyway, cuz…Hollywood premiere.
I didn’t know enough then to not care about looking like the riff/raff. I do now. In order to stave off riff-raff-dom, I have a few items in my bag to make sure that I can at least upgrade from hot mess to “possibly invited party guest.”
The problem is that if I get Mads’s call when I am already en route to day job, I must work a little harder to pull the look together. Thankfully, I wore something that was not entirely embarrassing.
I have been excited to see “Big Eyes” by Tim Burton since I heard about it. I love the writers (they wrote “People Vs Larry Flynt” and “Ed Wood”. I have also come to love Amy Adams’ acting (though I had to work through my dislike of people with bunnymouths – I know, I am the worst).
Mads had scored some tix to see the world premiere screening (note- different than the world premiere) held at LACMA.
My trek towards the Miracle Mile was less than speedy and Mads had to play Scavenger Hunt Hostess to find someone to leave my ticket with. It all worked out! Seeing old friends scattered throughout the crowd as well as my imaginary friends (but real people) like Catherine O’Hara also in the audience, I felt sated. Mads had also emailed me that there was a show after at the Montalban Theater featuring a short-term supergroup helmed by Elvis Costello. I was in. In theory. I already knew this cold I tried to conquer through holistic means was still stalking me and I wasn’t sure I would last the evening.
I loved the film! I truly enjoy the ride of people with dysfunctions. Now that I no longer court them in my real life, I do enjoy cinematically experiencing them.
After the film, there was a Q&A with Tim Burton, Amy Adams and Christoph Waltz.
Bunnymouth comment (see above), aside, I think I LOVE Amy Adams. She speaks so elegantly. And Christoph Waltz reminds me of men I met in Europe that would engage in deep discussions about love, art, novels, and philosophy over wine in smoke-filled bars. Some of what he was saying was also akin to some of the meditation work I have been doing this week (so random, right?). As the lights came up, the front row swarmed the stars on stage for autographs and we headed to the lobby to mingle with our chums.
My tummy was growling with hunger and I was growing weak. There was no way I would be able to make it to the New Basement Tapes show. Mads understood. But she was determined to go. Jazzy (who was also at the screening with Schnits) was joining her in my stead, but time was of the essence and like the tortoise and Madeleine, we were moving too slow for her. She was on a mission and we were slowing her down. We all but ate her dust.
I got home exhausted and hangry. Shaka had made me a little something to eat stating: “I know how crappy you must feel to have given up going to that.”
True that. Love that Shaka!
At the screening, we jokingly wondered if Johnny Depp would have a cameo in the film.
He did not.
But this morning, Mads emailed Jazzy and me this review about the show. Johnny Depp was a surprise guest musician. She had seen him after all!
Am I sad I missed an amazing show? Not sad. But I know I would have loved it. Just bummed that I hadn’t stopped to nourish before the events of the evening took hold.
I learned that in addition to my day-to-night look, I must also bring sustenance in the event this happens again.
Knowing Mads, this kind of thing will happen again.
And knowing that it will, I should also be prepared with a parka, a bathing suit and a suitcase, so I can upgrade from “possibly invited party guest” to “shit yeah, you were invited!”