Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Several people were interested in Diana as our story played out. I can’t find anyone to cast as the Diana of the early 70’s, but I do have someone in mind I can imagine is a lot like the Diana of today. Except, of course, I haven't seen her in 35 years...so... I'm just guessing here-- or dreaming.
That’s Christina Hendricks who plays Joan in “Mad Men” on AMC. I don’t watch much TV other than sports. I watch movies, but I prefer ones from pre-1968 generally, so it’s a struggle for me to cast my movie with people who aren’t long dead. How fitting then that I cast Ms. Hendricks, who portrays an early 1960’s happenin' babe. Hell, I really am stuck in a time warp. But, I’ve just seen the first two episodes of “Mad Men” this week—thanks Netflix—and Joan’s character is similar to Diana. Except of course, Diana isn't around, like I said. Hmmm, I think writing about her stirred up a lot of stuff. I wonder what her e-mail address is?
Denise, my first ever, was a dead ringer for the Jane Fonda of “Klute” as I wrote in an early post. Here’s Jane’s mug shot and if I showed you a picture of Denise you wouldn’t be able to tell her from this Jane. Whoa! Right on which yer bad self there, Jane! By the way, Denise boomerangs too. Twice. Yikes! Dammit, I've said too much.
You probably know an actress named Kate Beckinsale. I did not because I'm out of it. But, I came across her picture and cast her as Jane. This gets confusing... Jane Fonda is Denise but Jane who you haven't met is played by Kate. And Cate isn't even in the movie. Whee! This is so much fun! Anyway, Kate's body and hair are so close to what Jane looked like in the mid to late 1990’s when we were fu… oops, almost gave away some of the future story! Kate doesn’t look exactly like Jane in the face but that’s mainly because Ms. Beckinsale has an incredibly tiny nose. Give her a slightly prominent proboscis and she’s well cast. Yep, take a look… the fingers… the body… the wide mouth... and oh, that hair… yes, that’s Janey.
The other lead is Kendra. In the late 70’s Kendra was often told she looked like Susan Blakely. I never quite saw that. She looked much more like Donna Dixon to me. And, when looking for a picture of Donna Dixon I discovered a fairly current picture and, damn, she still looks a lot like her. So, Donna, you get the role of Kendra both before and after. Although Kendra’s 70’s hair was more Farrah and less "styling by Sunbeam mix-master."
Yes. There are great similarities there-- and not just the face and hair.
That leaves me. If you’ve been reading this story of mine you’ve been traveling along with me in the early 70’s so far. At that time in my life I was often told I looked like Jackson Browne. If my hair got too long people said James Taylor circa Mud Slide Slim. I never saw the James Taylor similarity but, back then, I could kind of see the Jackson Browne thing. Same coloring, same too straight dark brown hair. But, James Taylor went bald and Jackson Browne refused to update his haircut over the past 40 years so I no longer see any resemblance-- and I sure never had their musical talent. But, in the early 70’s, this would be close enough…
I still have a full head of hair today but not that 1970’s haircut. Plus the brown is mixed with gray now. Or is it gray mixed with brown—kind of hard to tell. Time marches on. Frankly, to cast me, you could pick just about any average looking guy in his mid-40’s and cut and dye his hair. (Hey, I look ten years younger than I am. Really. ) The crucial thing though is the voice. Hollywood can fake anything else but they have to get my voice right. So, there’s only one guy to cast— and, hey, he’s pretty good with horses too. Yes, I cast Sam Elliott as me.
Sam, what do you think, will you take the part? Sam?
Hold it! He looks a lot like me in the 1980’s too!!!
My casting is now complete. Aside from a few dozen actresses with, um, smaller roles. I’d love to cast the rest of those parts today but I get so tired chasing around this casting couch.
Monday, September 22, 2008
I rounded the corner and headed towards my office. Assistant cubicles to the right, offices to the left along the window line. Lynn wasn't at her work station across from my office but knowing her she'd be following me in within a minute. It was 1:15PM and I'd been in meetings continuously since 9AM. Just another day in show bidness. I checked voice mail, "You have 19 new messages and 12 saved messages..." and hung up without listening to any of them. I sat and swiveled the chair to look at intracompany e-mail. I had cleared it at 7:30AM before leaving the house. 76 new e-mails. Crap. Lynn stepped in, "How were the meetings boss?"
"Same as usual," I said.
She had a half dozen pink message slips in her hand. "Here are the ones who dropped out of your voice mail and called me."
I looked through them. Too late to call the London one. I'd work through the East Coast bunch first.
"Didja eat?" Lynn asked.
"Yeah. The exciting cavalcade of cold cuts," I said.
"Want me to make a 'good coffee' run? Something to eat from downstairs?" she asked.
"No. Thanks. But here... knock yourself out. And don't forget your accomplice-in-crime either." I said as I handed her a twenty.
"Woohoo, Dani! Look! Daddy's buying us treats!" Lynn said to my second assistant Dani as they headed to the elevator leaving me without support staff. That's why God invented e-mail and voice mail after all. Another lecture about professional conduct would be forthcoming from their stern taskmaster boss. But, it was nice to be able to please two women with a simple twenty. Designer coffee and a sticky bun or something. Cheap dates.
I sat there wondering how lousy it was to spend twelve hours at the office every day attending meetings, sending e-mails, making phone calls. Life in paradise. Before diving into it all I figured I'd check my private e-mail box. Logging onto my account I went to my mini fridge to get a bottle of water. I hated bottled water but I was attempting to get off caffeine post-lunch-- wanted to see if it was contributing to the sleepless nights. When I walked back to the computer it had finished bringing up nine new e-mails. Glancing through them I saw a couple from my kids, one from Kendra, one from a buddy about our favorite baseball teams, some junk, and then a last one, sent at 3:43 AM Pacific Daylight time that kind of looked like spam. For some reason I opened it first-- just to get it out of the way and have a sense of great accomplishment-- having dealt with one of about 100 e-mails and voice mails from the past four hours. It read:
Mr. William Wilson,
I hope this is reaching the Mr. William Wilson (Wil) who graduated from ______High School in 197_. If it is, you knew me as Jackie Sampson. Maybe you remember going to the horse races in the summer of 197_ when you were working at ______ with a mutual friend, Tim _______.
I think I made a terrible mistake that night and kept some winnings that rightfully belonged to you. My rough calculation is that I kept $2.50 of yours and, with interest, it's probably now worth a cup of coffee give or take a dollar. So, let me know how you would like me to get this sum to you by writing back at this e-mail address.
If this isn't "that" Mr. Wilson, you're welcome for the free entertainment.
When Lynn and Dani came back they shot straight into my office. "Here boss, we got you an iced tea with your own money. Here's your change. Hey, what happened? Bad news?" Lynn said.
"Uh, nothing. I just saw an e-mail from an old friend I haven't heard from in twenty some years and it kind of threw me for a loop," I said.
"Oooooo, kewl. An old girlfriend?" Lynn said enthusiastically.
"No, no. Some guy I worked with on a summer job during college. Hadn't even thought of him in years but, it takes you back, ya know..." I said.
Lynn often talked to Kendra when she called about something regarding the kids. And, although Jane usually called on my direct private line, the simple fact was that she and Lynn were friends. I didn't need Lynn talking to either of those women about an e-mail from an old girlfriend-- especially Jane. Not that Lynn would, she was pretty discreet about business stuff after all. But she had only been in this job for about three months so it was hard to tell how well she kept secrets-- especially from women she liked.
As Dani and Lynn walked out of the office they were grinning at me. They knew damn well I'd heard from a woman. How the hell did they know? Oh well. Nothing I could do about their imaginations-- accurate imaginations as it turned out.
Her last name's still Sampson... hmmmm...
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I talked to Jackie on the phone just before Thanksgiving break and we figured out that, due to family stuff and her work schedule, we would only be able to get together for a few hours the day after Thanksgiving. That wasn't too cheery a prospect but then we talked about her plans to come down to school the second weekend in December for a big concert. She seemed very happy about that-- she liked Jethro Tull. Me? I liked their bluesy first album better than the newer mainstream, mass-appeal "Aqualung" & "Thick as a Brick" stuff. But hey, I was a music snob, AKA: prick. The good news was that Jackie was coming to visit me at school.
I didn't have to hitchhike home for Thanksgiving. As it turned out Jill the RA lived about an hour farther north from me and said she'd take me in her VW Beetle if I'd buy the gas-- about $7 round trip. We had a nice drive and, in fact, it was a drive that would change my life although I had no idea of that at the time. And, no, that life-changing moment had nothing to do with sex. (Sorry.) Jill was a senior majoring in Radio/TV/Film and I was a sophomore majoring in, um, I had no idea. A physics class in my first term convinced me not to be an engineer-- the nation thereby lost out on collapsing bridges and falling buildings everywhere. I was taking English, Government, and Economics and had taken a Journalism class. But Jill, during our three hours riding together, convinced me to take a radio/TV production class. Her goal was to be on-air talent in TV. She had the look for it, that was for sure. We had a spirited discussion about the proper way to train to be a journalist-- written or broadcast. Jill viewed it as a profession and I saw it as a trade or craft. It was fun to gently argue and discuss the world with her.
Riding down the highway with Jill for three hours was not like riding and arguing with, say, Pete. She was beautiful, confident, and smart and, well, there wasn't anything not to like. But, I was kind of shy around her, so I wasn't sure she had enjoyed our trip as much as I had. When she dropped me off at the highway exit closest to home I told her she had convinced me to take a radio/TV production class in the next term. We also made arrangements to get in touch Sunday morning since she was going to give me a ride back. As she drove away I wondered how she still smelled and looked so great after three hours of driving her stick shift Beetle. I was pretty sure that was a talent that TV people all had. I walked a couple of miles in the cold to my folks' house. I called Jackie as soon as I got in and she sounded great and very excited that I was home. We talked on the phone Thanksgiving day for about an hour too as we were both doing family/ holiday duty. It was good just to be able to talk to her on the phone without worrying about the bill. We had missed each other a lot, that was clear.
Friday with Jackie was not nearly as great as that Saturday many weeks ago. First of all we were seldom really alone. Beth and her boyfriend were around and Beth insisted we stick around and not go to the movies or anywhere else. Jackie and I wanted to slip off somewhere and, well, fuck. We did hold hands a lot... and hug some... and kiss for a minute or two when we could. But it wasn't as much fun as we were used to having together. Not by a long shot. Jackie had to work on Saturday but we decided Friday evening that I could come by the store at lunchtime and we could squeeze an hour alone into this weekend. We had to get an hour together.
I got to the mighty FoodTown five minutes before Jackie was to go on lunch break Saturday. She had told me to wait in the parking lot and she'd come out. I guessed she didn't want to have to introduce me to her co-workers. That didn't bother me. Right at 12:30 she came sprinting out to the car-- I was driving the big-ass Oldsmobile. She jumped in and slid right across the seat to me. I pulled out and asked where we were going. In five minutes we were on a narrow country road. We pulled on to a gravel lane along a woods but visible from the road. By the time I had the Olds in park she had my zipper down. I looked down and saw her in her red FoodTown cotton uniform shirt, black cotton pants and sensible black shoes with rubber soles. And the back of her head moving up and down as she sucked my cock. She got every drop and then threw her arms around my neck and kissed my face with her cum-filled mouth. She was laughing, smiling and happy. I had just gotten a blowjob so I was pretty damn happy too-- but seeing her smiling and laughing again made it even better.
She said, "I wanted to do that all day yesterday, Wil."
"Not as much as I wanted you to," I said.
"Bet?" she said.
I stretched out on the front seat with my back against the door and she reclined back against me. Very few cars were coming down the road. I opened her work pants and put my right hand inside her panties. My left went under her uniform shirt and made its way to her left breast. I guess she was pretty wound up from blowing me-- she came quick, hard and very loud in just a few minutes.
I dropped Jackie off back at FoodTown right at 1:30PM and told her I'd call that night to talk about her trip to my school for the Tull concert. The trip back to school with Jill went well on Sunday. But the way that Jethro Tull concert weekend went-- I cringed whenever I heard Locomotive Breath come on the radio for many years after that.
Friday, September 5, 2008
I opened the door to find Jill standing there. (That would be Jill the beautiful Resident Assistant. Long straight black hair, great tan, big bright smile. Remember? No, why would you?) We exchanged pleasantries as usual. She always called me Bill those days even though everybody else on the floor called me Wil or Wilson. For a moment I thought she was dropping by to spend some quality time with "Bill" but I quickly found out, unfortunately, that our lovely RA was holding a meeting that evening at 9 and attendance was mandatory. She looked pretty stressed and went on to knock on the other doors and tell everyone. Having Jill stop by should have been a mood brightener but, alas, it just led to a bunch of guys hanging out in the living room of the suite trying to figure out why we were having an emergency meeting. Lots of scuttlebutt and chatter but I didn't care about it. I still felt crappy from traveling and this odd feeling of trepidation regarding the little blond up north. Sitting in a meeting where I had to give my rapt attention to Jill wouldn't be a bad way to spend some time though. But, I still wanted to go find a beer. Or two or three.
When I got to the meeting I expected to see Diana. I figured she should have been back on campus by then but, I guess I figured wrong-- she wasn't there. Jill got right to the point. Three students from the building, one from our floor, had been suspended two weeks for violation of residence hall policy. She reviewed the policy point in question-- basically three people had been caught smoking dope in a room Friday night and Jill wanted to make sure we knew that couldn't happen. Frankly, if they were going to suspend everyone who was getting high in the dorms from dear old alma mater they would eventually need to get the state legislature to front them the equivalent of about 80% of the tuition revenue currently rolling in. On the way back to the guys' side of the floor the talk was about how everyone would be heading down to the river all the time to get high now instead of staying safe in their little dorm rooms. None of it mattered to me. I didn't enjoy smoking dope. I didn't care a bit if everybody else did, but it wasn't anything I enjoyed. Outlaw alcohol and I'd be upset-- but pot? Didn't care.
Petey caught up with me in my room.
"Wil! Did you know about that shit?" he said.
"Nah. Doesn't bother me anyway." I said.
"Really?" Pete said.
"Petey, you know I don't get high. Why would I care if some guys got busted for smoking pot in the dorm?" I asked.
"Not that, asshole. I'm surprised that you aren't upset that Diana was partying in her room at 2 o'clock Saturday morning with two guys from the 3rd floor? Didn't you know that's who got suspended?" Pete said.
I suddenly felt kind of weird. My thoughts were racing. I never thought of myself as Diana's "boyfriend." We just had a, um, mutually exploratory sexual relationship. But, I did like her and I definitely liked the attention she gave me-- even if she did like to be in control more than I appreciated. I definitely didn't like the idea that she was fucking around in her room with two guys, getting high in the middle of the night. There aren't many directions that scene could go that I even wanted to imagine. And, come to think of it, she was supposed to be out of town all weekend. Then again she told me that she was going out of town after I told her I was going home for the weekend. So maybe that was bullshit anyway. Then again... then again...
"Didn't you know?" Pete asked again.
"No," I said.
"Shit! I can't believe I knew something that happened around here before you did! And, better than that, it was about Diana! Holy shit!" Pete said, "What are you smiling about?"
"Ya wanna go uptown and get a beer Petey boy?" I said.
"Uh... sure. OK. Drown your sorrows?" he said.
"No bud. Celebration. I'm buying the Rolling Rock tonight." I said.