Today Adrian and I had our morning coffee at Acre and afterwards returned home to plan our latest adventures.
I realized that when I decided that I really had to do some yoga simultaneously while returning the call to one of my famous friends Andrea Lake while in headstand for five minutes, that I am living some PR fantasy version of my life. Inverted while engaging in celebrity chit-chat …. if only it were always like this ….
A fantastic email exchange ensued with my new agent/foreign sales rep for UPWARD DOG about a merchandizing deal that I have seriously been fantasizing about forever. Beyond amazing if it comes to fruition.
Then like Jacob wrestling with the angel, I made sure I edited a page or two of the script and did my physical regime before we embarked on our journey. [I am wrestling with my subconscious which wants me to stay stuck.]
Again, our trip was a perfect PR moment –– super-cute Adrian and Belle in my convertible on a perfect day leaving Telegraph Hill for the wine country. Where were the photographers…?
First, lunch at Cavallo Point — which was insanely great.
Afterwards, we took in their Ashes & Snow canvases which I have always loved, and when I was here last with Dan in April, inspired him to buy numerous posters in his redecorating adventures. I have met the artist (albeit briefly) when the exhibit was in NYC and have the signed book of his work which I treasure safely in storage.
From Cavallo Point we drove to Sonoma where we stopped by two thrift stores in search of sunglasses (sigh) but soldiered on to Francis Ford Copolla’s vineyard in time for the “last call” 6 pm tasting.
Those of you who know me best know that I have spared the world –– already challenged by my vitriolic opinions about frankly everything –– by refusing to become a wine snob. In fact, I have almost no wine discernment whatsoever, something that moving to Northern California threatens at every moment. During the tasting –– my first –– I actually did manage to noticing things and develop preferences. (Sorry, World.)
Anyway, I knew this was the Coppola Vineyard but I didn’t realize that there would be so much movie memorabilia underfoot, which made it all the more fun. I’ve seen, even held , Oscars before –– but lets be honest, it’s kinda cool to see five of them in a row.
Home to Telegraph Hill in time to watch my fellow Emotional Projector George Clooney on INSIDE THE ACTORS STUDIO which elicited a ton of response in me. [Most poignantly, a massive fact checking of the dates of Vatican II since Clooney claims to have been an altar boy when the mass was still in Latin –– a fact which strikes me as false given his stated age is 50. I may have to hire private detectives in Kentucky parish by parish to get to the bottom of this.]
In any case, given the extraordinarily picturesque quality of Adrian and my day –– wineries and Oscars and merchandizing deals and headstand chit-chat –– I realized for about five seconds that I need to dial down my baseline (semi-mock) tragic world view just a smidge.
I mean, Come On!
