I am so sorry to all of you who have written emails that haven’t seen a response yet. Thank you to all of you who have written words of support or offers to help in any way, and I promise I’ll have time to write back to all of you and post some of them here to share with everyone. And I have to try not to let a week go by again, because… well, because pamie.com readers have a lot to say, and I want to make sure I respond to all of you, either here, or individually, or if I can: both.
Tomorrow I have a 6am picket, and then an afternoon meeting at the Guild. It turns out not working can sometimes have longer hours than working. Could I be any more on strike? (Sorry, I can’t stop saying that one.)
Happy Birthday, Jeff “Old Man” Long. Uncle Junior is wearing a party hat and not much else.
Dan, I miss you. Please come home soon.
Well, someone had fun in Los Angeles. I told AB she was really getting to see what my life is like out here, from the boring parts — extremely long shuttle rides from the airport, sitting in coffee shops for long hours, getting phone call updates from me while I’m out at pitch meetings, driving forever while feeling incredibly slung-over — to the exciting — book readings, shopping, celebrity spotting at amoeba records, drinks with a view of downtown. And lots and lots of coffee. We never got to see any water, and she didn’t get a tan, but I think she understands now why I love it here.
The house, post-AB, is quiet in a way I don’t like. Well, except for the other night, when… well, I’ll reprint the email I sent to AB and Allison, as it’s still a little traumatic. I apologize for the lowercase, which is how people email when they love each other. Continue reading
I had a meeting yesterday in the office across from the office where I had my very first feature general meeting, almost four years ago.
About thirty seconds into our conversation — and I never do this — I asked the woman I’d just met, “Are you from Texas or Louisiana?”
She stopped for a second, startled. “Both.”
I’m not a Henry Higgins by any stretch of the imagination, but I think all the trips I took last month made me nostalgic for all of the different accents in my life. Continue reading
Next stop on Pam Tour 2005: Monroe, Louisiana.
Many weeks ago we hatched the plan: surprise the Meat of Cheese (AKA Bitter Chris… or, post nuptials, just Chris) with a visit from pamie and stee. Welcome in our new year with old friends and auld lang blahblahblah. AB added: “If y’all don’t mind celebrating your anniversary with us, Funroe, and crawfish.”
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Song: “The High Road”
I didn’t know anything about Bettye LaVette when this CD came into my life. So I immediately thought, “I didn’t know that Fiona lyric was a reference to an old song.” Nope. Other way around. This is a collection of covers that is so good it feels like you’ve snuck into Bettye’s house when she thought she was alone and boozy, singing sad songs while cleaning her kitchen sink.
stee just called.
stee: So, I came home to find amazon boxes. For me. Probably from C3 [Patron Saint of TWoP].
pamie: Thanks for bragging.
stee: And there are flowers.
pamie: For me?
stee: The card says, “Dan and Jane, thank you for a lovely time and for hosting the event. Phil.”
pamie: We got someone else’s flowers?
stee: So I called the florist, and after about twenty minutes of me going, “Are they from Gersh?” He finally said, “No, there are like, kids names. And it says I love you.”
pamie: I don’t understand.
stee: I think they’re from Allison and AB and Chris and Vince and…Teri?
pamie: Are they pretty?
stee: Yes. But they’re probably the wrong flowers, too. But they sent them. And I think they’re from those guys.
pamie: I will thank them.
stee: Yeah, that’s nice of them, to send you flowers.
pamie: They’re nice people.
pamie: Why did you tell me you got boxes from C3 first? Jealous of my flowers?
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Please turn some televisions to ABC tonight at 9:30 (8:30, Austinites) for Hot Properties. Continue reading