Another beautiful day, beautiful beautiful beautiful. And I appreciated it with all of my might. And a lucky thing, too, because on the news this morning, all they talked about coming up was rain rain rain.

It is all coming back to me, last summer, the summer of all rainy weekends. C'mon, not again!

So, on Tuesday night, I went to see Heartbreakers at SAG, and thought that it would be reasonably entertaining, but that perhaps people are getting sick of my continual great reviews (the last time I said "It's the greatest movie in the WHOLE WORLD!!", Fran said "You always say that..."), and I would be less enthusiastic about this one.

Unfortunately, I loved it!

This story about a mother/daughter con woman team is very farcical and funny and mean, as a con comedy must be. Sigourney Weaver as the mother is hilarious, Jennifer Love Hewitt as the daughter really holds her own like I did not expect, Gene Hackman is almost over the top as the billionaire tobacco baron that Weaver is trying to scam, but just goes to the edge without going too far, and Jason Lee nicely underplays the man that Hewitt is trying not to fall in love with, but the movie is basically stolen by Ray Liotta as a mark of Weaver's, not an easy task when everyone is so great, but he manages it.

And he looks gorgeous, while we're at it. He hasn't gotten fat and old at all.

Of the recent films that I have seen, I recommend Memento first and The Tailor of Panama a close second, but Heartbreakers is good, too, and alot of fun if you just want to laugh.

So yesterday I was at work, beavering away as I am wont to do, when it crossed my mind that my friend Tracy Newirth was doing a cabaret show, and when was the last performance? Yes, it was last night! I was so impressed with myself for remembering, since my normal MO is to remember just after the nick of time.

I was slightly late to Don't Tell Mama's, but it started late, so I only missed half of the second song. The show was called "I'm the Girl", and the concept is that she plays all of these different, well, girls. Tracy is one of the best actresses that I know, and that's what makes her cabaret special, because every song is a different character. She also sings real swell.

The song selection was terrific, as well, lots of really funny and really moving songs that I had never heard before, I only knew two, one "It's an Art" from Working and "What More Can I Say" from my beloved Falsettos, that I didn't recognize at first, because it's a man's song.

I told Trace that she should change the show name to "I'm the Girl (Except For When I'm the Boy)", but I don't think that she will. If she does, I'll demand credit in the programme. I'm watching you, Tracy, don't you even think about trying to screw me on this!

Excuse me, I didn't get enough sleep.

My two favourite songs that I didn't know beforehand, were the hilarious "Everybody's Girl" from Steel Pier, about an extremely cheerful slut, and "I Won't Mind" by Jeff Blumenkrantz, about loving a child that isn't your own, that I wept buckets during.

It was an excellent evening, really top notch, and if you live in NY and ever see that Tracy Newirth is playing somewhere, do yourself a favour and go.

Lots of friends were at the show, natch, and I was thrilled to see Jeff Paul, whom I adore and haven't seen in an age. Immediately I saw him I asked him if he would film The River Plays with me when I do them, which is always a charming conversation starter, "How are you, I've missed you, wanna do a movie with me?" Hey, why doesn't anyone say that to me?

Actually, though, I saw Winni and told her about Patrick's play, and how I want her to do it when I eventually do it, because she would kick ass in "Wedding Song", and she rejoined with "I'm directing Women of the Wild West, and I desperately need a Sod Farmer's Wife, wanna do it? You'd be great!" At this point, I turned to Jeff at the bar and said, proudly, "I'm networking!!"

So, I'm doing the show. This morning, Winni emailed me to say that Le said that I could do it, but that I was cast in another show that I was really badly needed for, and did I want to do two. At this point, I logged of and checked my messages, and there was one from Linda, casting me in a once-act in the same evening as WWW. Sure, why not? When am I ever only doing one show?

So, 1, 2, 3 May, I'm in two one-acts. Mark your calendars!

It was really fun seeing all of my friends whom I never see because I never go out and I never do anything ever ever ever, but the thing was that they hadn't seen the new hair. And they still haven't, as I've got the Rainbow Brite thing happening again, and under the lights in the bar, it looked blonde. So I kept having the same conversation over and over again:

EVERYONE
My God, Kymm, you're blonde!

ME
No, I'm not, actually, it's faded purple.

EVERYONE
You look great as a blonde!

ME
Um, it's not blonde, really it's not, it's lavender and blue and green...

EVERYONE
You are blonde! Blonde, blonde, blonde I say!

ME
I swear, blonde it isn't, it's just the light in here!

EVERYONE
Well, you should be!

I don't want to be blonde, I spent the first eighteen years of my life as a blonde, and the second eighteen as a redhead. I doubt that I'll stay purple for the next eighteen, but I equally doubt that I'll spend them as a blonde.

Today's horoscope:
You swing from a total absorption in nitty-gritty to being bored and wanting change. Allow both thoroughness and the need for variety.

One year ago today:
"What a gem! How funny I used to be! Too bad it's all gone and I'm just a hack coasting on my fame!"

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