just RSVPed for my first press screening in London…
It’s for a screening of James Cameron’s Sanctum, a week after I arrive. The move is getting more real by the moment…
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It’s for a screening of James Cameron’s Sanctum, a week after I arrive. The move is getting more real by the moment…
One was much too expensive to bear investing in again, and the other was such a crazy bargain that it has hopelessly endeared it to me…
One of the things that I absolutely could not bear to part with is the set of china I bought years ago: I hardly ever used it, but somehow it feels like it defines me, or at least a part of me…
…and the rooms echo not only with sound but with lost opportunities…
I think it was the first Christmas in my own apartment when I found — in a Conran’s store that is long since gone — a collection of ornaments made of heavy paper depicting Robin Hood and his band of merry men (and woman)…
There was a disgusting greasy dirty bowl in the sink. It had a chip in it, which meant it couldn’t even be donated to the thrift shop like I’ll do with a bunch of other kitchenware. So I threw it away instead of washing it.
I’ve been emptying out my apartment for weeks now, but it didn’t really start to feel empty till I sold my bookshelves…
In anticipation of my flying out of New York and returning who-knows-when, I invite any and all to join me for drinks and generally revelry somewhere in Manhattan on Saturday, January 15.
I was just at the point, this morning, of confirming my reservation to fly out of New York to London on Tuesday, January 18, when the British Airways Web site crashed — it’s apparently under heavy load from everyone whose travel got disrupted by the snow in England trying to rebook, or get information, or whatever. Gah!