Mid-afternoon movie date with a mate... The Cabin In The Woods.  My adoration of Bradley Whitford knows no bounds.  He. Is. Hysterical.

I vividly remember the first time I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City.  It was 1995.  It was winter, but the skies were blue.  I walked alongside the Temple of Dendur and re-enacted this scene (in my head, since I was alone!) and did a little (internal) dance of glee that I was standing in the very same spot where Meg & Billy spoke those words from the movie that, to this day, remains one of my favourites.

Today, the writer of those words, Nora Ephron, passed away.  Vale Nora.  And thank you.

The more I think about it (and talk to others about it), the more ticked off I am.  Not that I didn't get a role, but that I was told so VIA TEXT MESSAGE.  Lame, lame, lame.  I thought he was my friend.

That's all I've got to say about that.  Rant over.

Monday night fabric cutting in preparation for Wednesday night's Stitch'n'Bitch.

You win some, you lose some.

Translation:

Didn't get the gig.

Nailed the monologue.  Didn't disgrace myself in the callback.  Saw an absolute legend of musical theatre in his one-man show.  Heading to bed exhausted and happy.

A lovely evening with my gorgeous friend, her sister in law and one of her friends, watching a mutual friend's play.  Helped (briefly) take my mind off tomorrow's audition!