...it was camping actually - three days in the woods with the kids. Tents. Air mattresses. Sleeping bags. Food coolers. Firepits. A hatchet. Marshmellows. A beach. Sunny weather....
Now I know this is the part when I'm supposed to say how wonderfully blissful it was, but I can't. Mosquitoes. Seagulls (the squawking at 5:30 am type). More mosquitoes. Drunk neighbours partying with lameass mix tapes blasting until all hours. Did I mention the mosquitoes?
I haven't camped since May long weekend over twenty years ago. Hated it. Camped a lot with my family growing up. Can't remember loving it. Not really much of an outdoors person. But time (and kids who really want to camp) has a way of making you forget things you did and hated...things that made you say 'I'll never do that again'.
Sort of like working on a bad tv series.
I firmly believe nobody sets out to make a bad tv series, or a bad movie for that matter...they just sort of happen. Kind of like ending up at site 23 in the south end of the campground...the one that has a path behind it to the lake where everyone likes to tromp through with their canoe. And their fishin' poles...
Okay - I don't really have a 'bad tv series' tale to tell, at least not right now. I was just doing a poor imitation of a Jane Espenson blog intro...a very poor imitation.
Though I did meet Jane once. Or was it Marti Noxon? I can't remember now. And the fact I can't remember which woman I met tells you they absolutely positively would have no recollection of meeting me.
It was at the Buffy studio's in Santa Monica. A quick "hi how are you nice to meet you" whilst walking through the production offices all facilitated by a lovely writer I'd once hired on a series up in Toronto. Who then managed to get hired onto the staff of Buffy the Vampire Slayer the following year. Wow. That was so cool for her. And speaking of cool...
...Joss Whedon was with either Ms. Espenson or Ms. Noxon during my little tour through the Buffy stages. And he also shook my hand. And that moment ended up on what I like to call my 'being in the presence of greatness' list. It's a short list. And Whedon probably shouldn't really count because its not like I saw him break stories or run a writers room (where he was apparently 'a genius'). But I was in his presence. And I thought Buffy was brilliant televsion...so it counts in my books.
The others on my 'POG' list...?
Tiger Woods: watching him spend an hour on the driving range spanking out shot after shot as he prepared for the final round of a tournament, and seeing the balls he's striking land within a few feet of the target flags over and over and over again. And then he went out and came from 5 strokes back to win the tourney. Amazing.
Prince: or the artist formerly known as His Purpleness, a couple years ago - ten rows back from center stage in a smallish venue - with a small tight backup band, he put on a seriously kickass brilliant show - didn't play a lot of hits, but I didn't care...fantastic showmanship, incredible musical talent...and that voice - he blew me away for over two hours. Amazing.
And though there's been a lot of almost presence of greatness moments (once shared a smoke way back when with actor Eric Roberts - I was such a big fan of 'Star 80' and 'Pope of Greenwich Village' - what happened?; another standing in a circle listening to some motormouth named Quentin Tarantino ramble on about 'the movies' with an enthusiasm like I'd never seen - he was at the Toronto Film Festival with a little film called 'Reservoir Dogs'; or putting on my shoes beside The Hedgehog - porn star Ron Jeremy - at the wrap of a seriously hopping Hollywood party), but I've set the bar pretty high...and kept it to three - Whedon, Woods, & Prince - for now.
Okay, enough prattle...anybody else out there have some inspiring 'being in the presence of greatness' stories?