By the Way

Sex and the City was fun. The breakfast was pretty good--sausake, scrambled eggs, pancakes and coffee--although the lunch was a bit of a bust. The scene involved Kim Cattrall (I would've loved to have seen SJP) addressing us guests at a charity function for breast cancer. This was definitely the last episode, BTW; in fact, it was the penultimate day of shooting. I have to say, I was one of the best-dressed people there. There were people in some right tacky outfits--one girl was really out of place; she looked about 14 and had a short, Madonna-esque blue dress with crimped red hair.

I will also say, my determination never to get a tattoo is renewed. They look incredibly tacky when wearing an elegant dress.

I was exhausted and kept taking catnaps whenever I could. When I could stay awake, I read Triangle, David von Drehle's book about the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire. Really good book. There was a woman sitting nearby in the holding room who noticed me and commented on the book. I overheard a lot of nervous actor talk, which irritated me. I honestly have a difficult time around many actors--so many of them are so insecure and nervous and anxious and constantly talkingtalkingtalking about their career. I'd rather hear about their craft or their art.