Last weekend the gang met a Buca’s to celebrate another year in the life of Misses E.
And if anyone has earned the right to party, well it’s probably misses E. She quietly tolerates our addiction to Warcraft, Melanie’s numerous conspiracies, Dean’s occasional murder sprees and, of course, my perfection.
Of course, Jimmy was there. He was flying solo and I forgot to ask where Ms. Maggie was on the evening in question but I would guess she was off somewhere doing the acting thing.
Ruth and Andy were there. Ruth and Elizabeth go way back…they met in college or in some Panama City “Sailor wanna hump-hump” bar. I don’t remember. I’ve heard them talking about their origins but I probably wasn’t paying attention.
Ruth and Andy have been dating for…I have no idea. A year or two? Anyway, he moved out here…Christmas? Maybe it was Thanksgiving. Doesn’t matter. What matters is that we all like Andy. And this is something of a big deal since I and my circle of friends tend not to like anything or anyone.
JP and Regina were there. JP’s an artiest. Fantasy art…at least for the most part. One of his paintings hangs over Dean’s fireplace. They are new to the California as JP’s now working in the video gaming industry.
And, of course, Mel and I were there as no party is truly complete unless we make an appearance.
Elizabeth presented us all with gift baskets. Her birthday but we all get gifts. As far as I’m concerned, it really is the best way to celebrate someone else’s birth.
This picture represents the “cool” side of the table.
We broke the Italian bread and the wine flowed.
We’ve known the Dean and Elizabeth since nineteen hundred and ninety six. We’re barking up ten years. Knowing them has made me want to be a better man.
Not really.
But yeah, you spend close to ten years with someone you get to know them pretty well. And over those years we’ve been fortunate…blessed even to see the many faces of Dean.
Of course, there’s Angry Dean.
And who could forget, Hairy Dean?
Bashful Dean.
And, of course, Sexy Dean.
And there are just as many faces for Comedy-Team Dean. But we won’t get into all of those. And no, there’s nothing wrong with the picture…Jimmy smeared chocolate on his lip. I am not privy to the reason or reasons why.
It was a fun evening…and I’m assuming at some point I took a picture of Misses E’s feet…although I have no clear recollection of doing so.
And as great as the party was, the following day Ms. Melanie and I paid the price with pounding hangovers. But no regrets. Tis but a part of life.
On the work front…busy busy busy. Meeting after meeting.
Last week, Goldstein and I met with Mike, the producer who brought him the “Grave’s End” book. We discussed the story and the plan is for me to now come up with the pitch. Time. Need more time.
Fox 21 passed on our little procedural but we still have our meeting with David Madden at Fox Studios. There are lots of Foxes it seems.
The Tiger Hill boys are wanting the film pitch for Psychopath. With Carpenter now on board everyone wants to move on this thing…yesterday. Have I mentioned time?
I dove back into Sleepers for F.J. and just finished the outline today. Will give it a read tomorrow and hopefully shoot it out sometime before noon.
I also finished Alien Pig Farm this morning and sent copies out to Tom and Steve. Chee had read the first draft and based on the pages has been creating assorted paintings. Amazing stuff. I love the artwork. The lighting and detail blow me away. In my opinion, which probably means little in the scheme of things, the art he’s sent for this project is way better than what he did for Dawn of the Dead. And this is art he’s throwing together quickly to give us an idea. Very excited about this project.
Dean asked me today if Tom plans on being in the film. Good question. I should ask. I also need to inquire about the Lions Gate deal. Has it wrapped? Is it still pending?
Over the weekend I made a pass through Narcosis. That outline was never really meant as a sharable outline. It was more a guideline for Patrick and me to use for our verbal pitch. So I gave it the old college try and turned it into something I’d be willing to let others read. Gonna send it to Tom and Steve at some point.
All has been quiet on the Necroscope front…which is a good thing as I really don’t have time to deal with it right now.
I’m sure there’s more but my dogs are barking and I’d much rather talk about Warcraft.
Dean hit sixty about 24 hours after I did and Mel hit sixty last night. That’s level 60. That’s it really…then end of the road. The best of the best.
Our little guild “The Stand” is thriving. We are extraordinarily picky. We have people wanting to join all the time but we always make an excuse. Eventually we’ll open the doors to a couple but they’ll have to earn it. Our guild has much the same complex as I do. Superiority. I suppose of all the complexes to have I’d rather have it though.
Ravane’s flown to Japan. So, we’ve lost our rogue for a time. Oh he still plays but the time difference may turn out to be a challenge. It’s 1:30 PM in Tokyo. This according to the Treo 650.
Of course, Braindead and/or Kyoushu are always filling to fill in as our rogue/rogues and as time goes by it looks like The Stand and Guilty as Sin may merge to some degree.
Why am I so tired?
Mel and I have decided to ask t.A.T.u. to marry us. Somehow I’ve a feeling this will result in my constantly sleeping on the couch. Just a hunch.
…okay…no more chit chat. My eyes are drooping.
I leave you with the immortal words of Melvin Udall, “People who talk in metaphors oughta shampoo my crotch.”
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