Norma Jean and Johnny

March 17, 2010
Happy Saint Paddy's Day.
How many "Kiss me, I'm Irish" tee shirts did YOU see today? How many Irishmen did you kiss? Me? Just the one I live with. Of course, he's half Italian, so we celebrate Columbus Day, too.

Here is himself, my Irish/Eyetalian studmuffin, when he was helping me haul books to and from the West Hollywood book fair last year.

For those who might not already know it, John is an actor.

Our friend Kevin Modesti, whom John and I met at Marilyn Chambers rememberance party on the beach last year, caught me here - in the darkened theater on his cell phone! I can't get used to people having cameras in their phones! I can't get used to people having phones on their person at all times. I'm barely used to push-buttons. As you can see, I'm having a really good time.

Kevin had joined me at the first staged reading of a wonderful new play by Richard Setlowe titled (for the nonce)

"Norma Jean and Johnny:" It is a look at what a meeting (tryst?) that may (or may not) have actually occurred between Marilyn Monroe and Albert Einstein might (or might not) have been like. My dearest farbetterhalf, John, portrayed Albert. Marilyn was played by Sara Wells. It was, in theatrical parlance, a HOOT.




That's all the news for now - well, except that my freesias are blooming their little heads off and the calla lilies are poking their heads up. Have I mentioned how much I love living in Southern California?