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20 December So yesterday it was the first day of my vacation, and I had to get up at 8.30a, 8.30a!! And with the time change, that meant that I was actually getting up at 5.30a! On the first day of my vacation! Except that it wasn't, obviously. I was tired enough after all of that traveling the day before that I entirely forgot which way the time change went. Getting up at 8.30a in LA when your body clock is on NY time is a snap and a half, because it's really 11.30a! Normally I wouldn't have been quite so thrilled, but I really did think that I would have to get up at 5.30a.
And why did I have to get up at 8.30a? Because Mom and I were going to meet Melanie and Scott and the kids and Teri and Joan and the kids to see Lemony Snicket at the Academy! It was really fun, especially because both sets of adults had kept it a secret from the kids what they were going to see. And did everyone plotz when they figured out that it was Lemony Snicket, especially since there is a fake beginning with bunnies and elves, that Katherine afterwards said when she saw she thought, "I got up at 8a on a Saturday for this?" We were there really early, because it was a special screening for members and their families, and we didn't want to get shut out on the sidewalk due to all of the other members bringing ten "family members". We started out with Donald and I in the front row, but during the wait, we ended up being joined by Rebeccah and Kristen and Haley as well. We were the kid's row, and we were large and in charge. Katherine was a grown-up and sat back with them.
And what did I think of the movie? Well, I liked everything that wasn't Jim Carrey. I really loved every actor that wasn't Jim Carrey and every scene that Jim Carrey wasn't in and every single frame of the movie that was Jim Carrey-free. Now, I haven't read the books, but I hear that they are very dark, and the movie was very dark and grim, but when Jim Carrey was on-screen, he appeared to be winking at the audience, as though to say, "Now don't you worry, folks, I'm not really a bad kind of guy! I'm too funny and twinkly to be really dark!" But those kids were great and Billy Connolly and Meryl Streep were great and the art direction was amazing and I really want to read the books now. Especially since Jim Carrey isn't anywhere near them.
And was that enough for my first day home? Seeing a movie and nine people that I wanted to see? Nope! Because there was also the Christmas show at ANTA! ANTA (or really ANA, but it used to be ANTA about 35 years ago and some of us still call it that--some of us being only Mom and me) is where I took dance and acting classes when I was little and where Mom taught for simply eons. I always love the Christmas show, because it's entirely the same show that they did back when I was a student. And the tape they use isn't just backing music, it's a tape of an actual performance with children singing on it. And one of those children might be me, except that I remember singing along to the same tape, so I'm thinking that possibly the children on the tape are about 75 years old now. It was really great, because the show wasn't too goddamn long, and there were some good new dances (some of the old ones I could still get up and do myself) the food was surprisingly good, and I saw Karin, whom I haven't seen in at least 25 years. She was there with her daughter, but my God she still looked exactly the same as she did when she was eight years old. Me, I'm unrecognizable. Also there were doorprizes! None of us at our table won any, and the woman who pulled the tickets was literally the most insipid person ever to walk the planet earth (my favourite moment was when she praised Dorothy for never bragging about her past, I turned to Guje and said, "Has this woman ever met Dorothy?" and she said, "Dorothy never stops talking about her past!"), but it was still terribly thrilling. Maybe I was still jet-lagged.
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