But then I start looking through pictures of our trip instead.
Bill and I went to the Big Apple Film Festival's screening of Other People's Houses today, the film my friend Emilie made with Bill's help (and mine! I wrangled toddlers and held the boom part-time). It was great to see the film as part of a shorts screening, especially to see what other people are doing with much bigger budgets, and I felt really proud of what we did on a shoestring and a intense three-day shoot. Also very happy to see Emilie up there on the panel at the end, with like eleven guys, and I'm not kidding, and I tried to take phone pictures for dramatic illustration, but I forgot that my phone was set on video, so instead I have meaningless two-second clips which I can't post because I'm bad at the internet.
Also: Doing Nanowrimo again, am now six days and ten thousand words in, not to JINX IT. JINX! HEX! CURSE! Saw Anne Elliott of Anne Elliott fame at the screening today; she's done Nanowrimo before -- "How's it going?" she asked, knowing that I couldn't possibly answer. "Just...making it up as I go along," I said, nonchalant, then confessed in a lower tone, "It's great." She too let her breath out. "It is, isn't it?"
Today's celebrity sightings:
At the festival: Haley Joel Osment. Totally cute, didn't pull rank in the bathroom line. Adorbs. In person, he actually blinks. It's disconcerting.
Walking downtown on Mott Street as we're coming back from vegetarian dim sum: John Leguizamo. TAKE THAT, PARIS. Not only that, but we weren't the only people who noticed him and knew who he was. And left him alone.