mardi, décembre 10, 2013

Happy Holidays!

Oscar the ridiculous cat here.  So it seems that this blog thing is no longer being used.  I have found a way to get my message across to those who would come to my rescue!!!


Thank you.


P.S. I prefer that imported German food that is free of grains and additives.  Rabbit and duck flavor.  Yum!

mardi, mai 28, 2013

Only Me

While my recent trip to the gynecologist would not normally be anything I would willingly share here - much less in real life - I am forced to make an exception in this case.

I had not been in - ahem - a while, and for whatever reason, had made a string of appointments I had been avoiding : phleobologist, cardioligist, etc., but please, no applause, I did not go so far as to willingly make an appointment with the dentist.  I have my limits.  Anyway, my gynecologist is a very efficient, fast-talking, no-nonsense blonde woman in what I would guess to be her late fifties, but, in true Parisian fashion, she could pass for younger.  Her "offices" are in an old Haussmann style apartment building, and it still feels like an apartment, so much so that just before jumping onto the table and putting your feet into those dreaded stirrups, it wouldn't be surprising if she asked you if you wanted a cup of tea and a friendly chat.  All of this to say that it is all a bit disorienting, especially, if, as in my case, you have just come in rush hour metro traffic from the business district with its very officey offices and fluorescent lighting, to arrive out of breath and about to get naked in a room with curtains and oriental rugs that just happen to be accompanied by a examination table.

I also preface by saying she does speak very rapidly in French doctorese and is so very wham-bam-thank-you-maam about the proceedings that you are still awkwardly hopping around the oriental rug trying to put back on your shoes and not falling over before she is telling you the amount of the check you need to write and handing you slips of official paper.  And it is also important as far as context that I explain my lingering feeling of guilt and apprehension that she would ask me about that mammogram I never ended up having.  The last time I had seen her she had given me lord knows how many slips of paper and instructions for mailing various forms to various institutions (it is France, after all) and there was one heavy envelope with forms and mailing instructions and all kinds of things I didn't quite get but decided I would figure out later when I finally got around to scheduling that mammogram.  I had understood that part of what made that envelope so heavy was some kind of x-ray type slide that the clinic would use and send somewhere else where she would eventually get word if anything strange came out of it.  So I dutifully took that heavy envelope and put it on my desk so I would know where to find it when I needed it for the mammogram.

All of this I am expecting to come up as I am finishing putting on my shirt and simultaneously trying to find my checkbook, when she takes out the exact same kind of envelope and says - for once - clearly to my ears, "This you send on to the lab for the pap smear results with a check for 27€, and they send word to me if they find anything."

And then I realized.  Oh god.  For at least two years - I'm copping to the real time here - I have had a pap smear slide buried under a pile of papers on my desk.

Only me.  Oh good lord, only me.

samedi, avril 13, 2013

Tutti la Tutti - The Return

If you're in Paris, come see Tutti la Tutti in our new show, starting April 18th and playing every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night at the Comédie Tour Eiffel!

Check back tomorrow to get a preview....

jeudi, mars 07, 2013

The Limits of Love

When I discovered last July that I really, really wanted to do a full Shakespeare play in English someday, I went searching for English-language theatre troupes in Paris and came upon the Tower Bridge Company, who produce an outdoor Shakespeare play in English every summer in the Bois de Boulogne. 

I was thrilled, and immediately signed up to be on the mailing list, as well as cheekily sending in my headshots and resumé.

A few days ago I received an email announcing their new production for 2013, "The Taming of the Shrew".  (No response regarding my resumé, though.  Sigh. I suppose that was aiming a bit high.) 

At dinner the other evening, I excitedly told Handsome,

"I got an email about that British Shakespeare troupe, and they're doing "The Taming of the Shrew" in the Bois de Boulogne in June!  In English!  It's going to be really cool!"

Handsome slowly took a sip of his wine, set the glass down and fixed me with a look of bemused tenderness.

"I love you," he said sweetly, "but I will not go see a Shakespeare play in English with you.  I have my limits."

He kills me.

In a good way. 

jeudi, février 28, 2013


Me as Lucrèce Borgia, where she begs to save the life of her son

Man, that was fun!

lundi, janvier 21, 2013

Last Chance to See "Tutti la Tutti"


If you haven't made it down to the Comédie Tour Eiffel to check out our show "Tutti la Tutti", you're missing out!

Your last chance is this Friday and Saturday at 9:30 PM - reserve your seats here.

Watch your inboxes for the new show dates in March!

vendredi, janvier 04, 2013

Bonne Année!

Bonne Année 2013!!! 
Happy New Year!!!

I thought the Swarovski Xmas tree at the Galleries Lafayette - for which none other than Handsome created the lighting design- was an appropriate image to use to wish you all a very heathly, happy, fun, adventurous, love-filled year 2013. 

Photo by JasonW

I don't know about you, but I have a VERY good feeling about 2013.