You know I'm an oddball; no duh, right? (How can I still be saying "duh" at this age?) (Whatever.) Anyway, I had a fantastic Super Bowl Sunday, and of course it had nothing to do with a football game.
Mike had the kids this weekend, and by Sunday morning let's just say I was ready for some Linda "alone time." Every once in a while I get a hankering for a McDonald's Big Breakfast, so that was my first stop of the day. As luck would have it, someone left a Sunday New York Times
on the table. Awesome.
Maybe you saw my post on Facebook--I'm eating and reading and then this man comes up to me, strikes up a conversation and within a minute asks me for my phone number. He was nice enough... and probably a couple of years older than my mother. Is there a polite way to say I prefer men born in the Eisenhower/Kennedy years, or at least from the same historical era? Still, I appreciate his asking.
After breakfast, I decided to work off those sinful calories by taking a little jaunt up the McDonald Ranch City View Trail. It always looks the same, no matter what time of year, but I love it! And don't think I ever forget to thank Jesus, Buddah and Bono every time I'm out in shorts and a tank top in the middle of winter.
Then I came home, showered, and went through my 40-step beautification process (freakin' exhausting!) and then headed out to where all the cool folks go on Super Bowl Sunday: the library. The library on West Sahara was having an event called "A Feast of Conversation" put on by Dr. Loren Ekroth
, a former professor of communication studies. I had no idea what to expect, but I've been on his mailing list for a while so I thought, it's Super Bowl Sunday--what the hell?
What a fabulous event it was! After a short ice breaker, we were all paired off and were directed to sit across from each other at a table. We were then given a menu which included appetizers, "proverbial" soups and salads, entrees, and desserts; under each course heading were many possible topics of conversation. The intention was for each of us to pick a topic under each section and... have a conversation.
Well, I hit the jackpot with my conversation partner. He was a cool, retired widower named David who'd worked in Hollywood for years as a publicist. You're not going to believe this, but I didn't ask him if he knew my celebrity girl-crush, Beverly D'Angelo--I must be slipping. Anyway, he was a fascinating guy. Here are a few samples form the menu which David and I discussed.
Appetizers (15 minutes): A famous place you'd like to visit
Proverbial soups and salads (20 minutes): "Better to light a candle than curse the darkness"
Entrees (30 minutes): "For peace of mind, we need to resign as general manager of the universe" and "Do not wait; the time will never be 'just right.'"
Desserts (15 minutes): Favorite music that delights you
It was so much fun--kind of like speed dating, except without the dating aspect and you talked to only one person the whole time. Like I said, David was really interesting and I now have a new friend. Who worked in Hollywood. Who may know Anne Heche and could ask her to play me in the movie version of Bastard Husband: A Love Story
. Just saying.
So then after that
, I decided to go to the movie theater in the plaza near the library, but I first stopped at a little pizza joint and ate
three quarters of a freakin' pizza. Yes, with a diet of McDonald's and pizza, I wonder why I don't lose weight. Hey, if you've ever wondered what a movie theater looks like on Super Bowl Sunday, here you go:
Now, you know me; there's nothing that makes me happier than sitting in an empty theater with no one I can bitch at for talking or breathing too loud. A couple of people came in, but they were really quiet, and then two women sat in the aisle in front of me and started yakking away and I was all poised to bite their freakin' heads off, but they did shut up after they settled in. Good thing, huh?
The movie was Rabbit Hole
, and even though it was a slice-of-life movie about a couple who's lost their 4-year-old son in an accident, it wasn't as depressing as you might think. And holy crap, can I just say that Nicole Kidman gets more beautiful with age? I have totally repressed from my memory that she was married to Tom Cruise. I bet she has, too.
Anyway, after that
I went to the Foundation Room on top of Mandalay Bay to see John Hilder, one of my comic buddies, perform. The Foundation Room is so cool. They have a comedy show there every Sunday night at 9:00 and man, that's a great stage I'd like to do someday. I think the view of the Strip from the Foundation Room is the best.
I went home. Whew!
So that was my Super Bowl Sunday. How was yours?