— Bren and Cash and I came back to Bren’s place, absolutely wiped OUT. Actually, Bren and I were the ones who were wiped out. Cashel promptly had to go into a room, lock the door, and re-enact … movie scenes or something … This is such recognizable behavior to me. Needing alone time. Fantasy time. I never could just get off the school bus and go running off with my friends. I always needed half an hour at home, decompressing, etc. If you’re a cerebral imaginative little kid – then it takes a lot of RESTRAINT to hold all that stuff in check during school hours. It’s exhausting. So anyway. Cashel just went NUTS in the other room. The explosions! The laser blasts! The random Jedi commands!<\/p>\n
— I was very entertained by Bren’s two roommates. Bren is moving into his own place this week – so I’m glad I got to meet these two gentlemen. I’ve only heard of them … but man. They’re just both so so nice. Warmed my heart. They just opened their house to me. Both actors, both with a gazillion stories to tell.<\/p>\n
— We sat around and talked about the Inside the Actors Studio show – I regaled them with stories. They regaled me with stories. We DISHED on all of our celebrity encounters. Up close and personal. Half of the stories I am not allowed to tell. Jim started to tell me one, and he suddenly stopped himself and said, “I just realized I’m talking to the press.” (hahahaha meaning – my silly blog) Then he said, “Is this OTB?” Off the blog. hahahaha We KEPT saying this over the rest of the night. “Now you’re sure this is OTB?”<\/p>\n
— It was great. I really enjoyed the both of them. Really fun. I had heard so much about them, they’re basically members of our family – through Mike, through Bren … they’re a big group of working actors out there, and have been friends for years – so it was wonderful meeting them. OTB.<\/p>\n
— It was heartcracking to me to drive off (Larry gave me a ride home) – with Cashel standing in the garage with Bren – waving at our car – and I can hear his little voice shouting, “BYE, AUNTIE SHEILA.” I’m in tears right now.<\/p>\n
— The only thing that would have made the whole thing even more perfect would have been if Jean and Siobhan had been out there with us. We missed them both.<\/p>\n
— Alex and I spent our last evening together watching Dark Heart Iron Hand<\/i> – one of our favorite shows on television. We continuously called it the wrong title. “Dark Head. Iron Glove.” “Dark Hand. Iron Weed.” Etc.<\/p>\n
— And yesterday morning I left. I drove off into the morning to get myself to the airport. Alex and I had kind of a melancholy parting. I mean, a big hug and everything … but … I miss her already. Ouch. I came home last night and wondered where the hell Alex was! We settled right into a great vibe with each other … It was one of the nicest vacations I’ve ever had (even that first crazy day!!) But I drove off, waving to Alex, seeing her waving hand out the car window … and tears started streaming down my face as I catapulted onto the damn 101.<\/p>\n
— I cannot even explain how insane it was … the 405 … I just have no words … and I just stuck to my guns and followed the signs to the airport. I changed lanes. This continues to amaze me. I followed the damn signs. I ignored my instincts. I just followed the signs.<\/p>\n
— The airport was LUNACY. I made my flight with only minutes to spare.<\/p>\n
— Lauren Hutton was sitting in first class. She’s just as beautiful and COOL-looking in person as I imagined her to be. Tousled hair, no makeup, showing her age … but great body … and wearing huge red and yellow running sneakers. I just love her. Friendly face, too.<\/p>\n
— Hey, Lauren! Whassup???<\/p>\n
— Oh, and Jimmy Connors was on my flight as well.<\/p>\n
— I read Innocents Abroad<\/i> all the way home. I had a strange hurt in my heart. It was hard to say goodbye to Cashel and Bren, and it hurt to say goodbye to Alex.<\/p>\n
— The weather here has been unseasonably warm. Really no different from LA except wetter. It was rainy when I got off the plane. A rainy dark New York night.<\/p>\n
— It is good to get back to my apartment. To all my things. My bed.<\/p>\n
— I want to buy a Swiffer. I have been using an old-fashioned mop and bucket for years. But through Alex I have learned the error of my ways.<\/p>\n
— Weird: I didn’t see the Pacific Ocean once during this trip! I also didn’t see Window Boy<\/a>. He lives out there. Haven’t seen him in a couple of years and I thought it would be fun to track him down … but it didn’t end up happening.<\/p>\n — I have no idea what I’m writing. I miss LA. I miss Alex. I miss Bren and Cash. I miss looking up and seeing mountains – especially at night – the mountains dotted with lights, lights sparkling out into the dark … Heartcrack. HEARTCRACK. I miss my sisters.<\/p>\n — A wonderful vacation. I have needed it. True relaxation. True love surrounding me. Not enough time with the cousins … but that’ll also have to wait for next time. I got my eye on Mike and Lisa’s guest house.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" — Bren and Cash and I came back to Bren’s place, absolutely wiped OUT. Actually, Bren and I were the ones who were wiped out. Cashel promptly had to go into a room, lock the door, and re-enact … movie … Continue reading