amongst the living

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I'm on vacation this week. It started Thursday. I tend to automatically go into decompress Zombie mode the second I have a day to myself. Sleep in. Watch Tivo. Zone out. And then I joined in...with a flurry of activity. Dinner out Friday....then to see a show at the Derby...and people I hadn't seen in months...saying my hellos...looking on and feeling detached. Candy Pants was playing...filling the room with sound. Evening's end hugs and goodbye's and see you next....God knows when for some of the crowd. Tired but off to Fred 62 to eat. Me feeling cranky and noticing the spotlight of stares of people waiting in line for the bathroom. Glaring. Our table loud as can be. Home late as can be. Tumble into bed.

Next evening out to see "Point Blank" at the cemetery. Hollywood Forever, the final resting place of Mel Blanc, Douglas Fairbanks, Cecil B. DeMille and well, 90 thousand plus once were souls buried 6 feet under and so, as the announcer let us know before the movie. And really, except for the smell of weed wafting over the crowd, everyone was remarkably well behaved. Nothing like the specter of ghosts to keep people in line. The movie was long and slow. French new wave cool this was not. Lee Marvin and his hypnotic stare was making me sleepy - my legs were feeling extra twitchy but I didn't feel like getting up to roam. Finally it was done.

Then we were off to a midnight comedy show in Hollywood at the Steve Allen theater w/Kaz and Ben. It was absurd and funny and quite worth the five bucks to get in. There's something so cool about really late shows. Kind of secret society feeling. Only night owls out awake and all the rest tucked away in bed. The feeling that anything could happen. Exciting things. Glorious things. Unusual things.

Vacation has started. Whooping and clapping and living.