Posted on facebook that I was heading to San Francisco and received over 30 likes and comments and direct emails. Extremely supportive — or else people just want me GONE!
AMAZING lunch with Sarah Finn, casting director extraordinaire about working together. (Proud to say, I first cast her in my performance group Freshman year at Yale.) To say I am thrilled about collaborating and creating with Sarah is barely touching the surface of how great this feels and is going to be. It is the perfect “ending” to this chapter for so many reasons.
The two hour lunch was startling short, followed by a quick re-shoot of two segments of the book promo stuff in Griffin Park today with Cyrene and Belle. Certainly not Belle’s performance, of course — cameras can be such tricky things! — since she was flawless in every take. Just needed to better white balance a few shots and frankly Cyrene thought I could look more serene in the meditation clip!
Intense experience at my storage space, climbing over boxes and boxes just to get my leather jacket. I didn’t need it this summer in 90+ degree Florida, but feel it’s saying all the right things for San Francisco this fall. I just must remember not to wear it to the PETA meeting next week. (I got it 18 years ago … I think there must be some kind of leather amnesty program, right?)
Interesting though because even though I love my things, the storage energy was creepy and past-heavy and I wasn’t liking it. When Belle barked loudly at a security guard (I accused the startled guard of being “sneaky”) it was just too much. We headed right to the Beverly Hills Hot Springs — very much my favorite unique LA place — to soak away the past before beginning our new SF life. (And a quick, accidental google reveals it’s also Liv Tyler’s favorite place, someone I’ve been trying to connect with this summer since she’s in an anecdote in UPWARD DOG.) Heavenly and cleansing…
Dinner at Planet Raw with Larry and then home to Long Beach and Dan before tomorrow’s drive to our new life.
The only bittersweet yet comic note of the day: my college roommate Freddy visited in March to talk about moving to LA post London divorce. No news since. Yesterday he called me on the way to my lunch saying, “I’m at the Chateau Marmont and I’ve moved to LA — let’s hang out!” to which I had to reply, “Tomorrow, I’m moving to San Francisco!”
Love him so much but the brother has got to learn you gotta stay a little better in touch — six months is a lifetime!
