A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE

omigod.

I just experienced a real life Christmas Miracle. I am capitalizing that because that is how real and miraculous it was.

I was leaving a party early, around midnight, because I was pretty exhausted from working an extra long day, when I hopped into my car on the corner of Hollywood and Wilton.

I had been so proud of myself all day because I like to think that I am really good at driving around with the yellow gas light on but never actually running out of gas.

Until tonight.

I barely made it to the stop light when my car pathetically puttered to a stop.

(Let me add to the visuals of this story by mentioning that I was wearing four inch heels, a skirt, and about four bows.)

I was thankfully across the street from a gas station, so thinking it was NBD I ran into the station and asked the attendant if I could borrow his gas can to put some gas in my car and therefore pull into the station.

Well, he decided not to lend me his gas can. He said people always stole them. I pretty much had to beg him for a good ten minutes to please let me borrow it and that I promised I would not steal his gas can. Finally, I get it full of gas and run over to my car where I proceed to pour it into my tank. Two seconds into that the gas can explodes and gasoline goes EVERYWHERE. Except into my gas tank.

So, hands drenched in gasoline, I run back to the station and ask the guy if he can let me borrow another gas can that works and he says no. No explanation, just no. I then ask him if he will help me push my car the ten feet into the gas station and he also says no.

So I decide I am a strong lady and can push my own car into the station but the universe laughed at me and as I was walking across the street Starr Kirkland appeared out of the mist to come to my aid.

Let me add that now it's raining.

Starr offered to help me push my car, thank god, because we all know I can't open a bottle of water, much less push a car anywhere.

But just as Starr is telling me what to do to push it in A TOW TRUCK FROM HEAVEN pulls over behind me and the driver graciously offers to pull me into the station.

Because it's Christmas.

And in less than two minutes, he has my car attached to his truck and rolling into the gas station!

He just tells me his name is Tony and to have a Happy Holiday. Leaving me shocked and downright euphoric.

Thanks Tony.
I am sending you karma times a million.

Thanks to Tony, the whole ordeal lasted barely 2o minutes and I am in my bed and I didn't even cry.

Unbelievable. I had forgotten people like Tony exist. He's my knight and shining armor and I hope I am able to find him again someday. He didn't have any cards but Starr took a picture of his truck.

p.s. i accidentally touched my lips with my gasoline hands and now my lips are numb. that won't last forever right?

p.p.s. I left the party bc i was exhausted and now i am so filled with goodwill i can't sleep.

INSPIRATION

QUICK POST

I'm always interested in ways that young actors/writers/directors/etc. can create work for themselves as opposed to sitting around perpetually waiting for the phone to ring for an audition or project.

I stumbled upon this website and think it's brilliant and sweet.
Anyone can contribute and the quality of the work seems to be pretty high.

Stories

SOME THINGS


Trailer for Greenberg came out last week, I hope the film is good! I have faith. Hopefully I haven't been cut from the film.




I love watching old movies in the winter, especially during the holiday season. I decorated my little apartment so almost every night I can cuddle up and watch and old movie and drink tea. Luckily I have DVR so I can just go through AMC and TCM and record any old movies I want to watch.

I watched Houseboat with Sophia Loren and Carey Grant last weekend. It's one of my favorites. I could watch it ever day. Sophia Loren is so incredibly gorgeous it's almost unbearable. No one looks like that anymore! It's her energy more than anything, I think. Not to mention that no actress under the age of 40 is allowed to be a size 12 anymore.
(side note: why does Sophia spell her name in English?
I always assumed it was Sofia. Thanks google.)



I also have the obligatory Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers film, my favorite is Royal Wedding. My sister and I have, on occasion, been known to have the Astaire vs. Kelly debate. I am firmly on Team Astaire while my sister has always thought that Gene Kelly is the superior dancer. While I will concede that Gene Kelly is more manly in his dancing, I think Fred Astaire is way more graceful and that trumps manliness. He danced on walls for heaven's sake! And with a coat rack! Genius. It just doesn't get better. Only Gene Kelly's roller skating dance is better. Because I know roller skate-dancing, and that shit is dangerous. Ask my back.

Here's a side by side comparison.




It's a lot to think about, I know.