Today is Halloween and once again it’s merely ok. No dressing up in costume, but rather wearing the black mock turtleneck, dark suit jacket and black jeans. The same attire I wore about twenty five years ago. Black never goes out of style. It fades but black is almost always stylish. Not that I’m aiming for being stylish. It’s more like I just don’t care how I look. I wonder if it’s because when I wore a suit and tie to work, I had a set of work clothes and a set of play clothes. Now it’s all play clothes and me no like.
Today I wore basically the same clothes I wore in last year’s Halloween story. It’s dated October 31, 2005 in case you were wondering. I wasn’t sure if anyone was going to be in costume in the office. An email was sent out asking about it, but if there were any replies, they went to the sender. I came in and Terry, co-pilot, was dressed as a tiger. Ears, whiskers and striped tights. With an orange t-shirt under a black blazer. She looked great. I looked like an extra from the Groovy Ghoulies.
A few other costumed people were in today and it created an atmosphere of fun, which melted whatever ice existed previously over the past few days. On the way to work I saw the Hollywood producer, Brian Grazer on a razor scooter following his son on his razor scooter. I thought about whether or not I should offer whatever services he might need for Imagine Films. Perhaps he should read this blog. That should scare him back to Beverly Hills with his spiky hair. He seems like a doting parent though and it was only a pipe dream about approaching him after all.
For lunch I did my usual salad and as I was walking to a different street to get my iced tea, I saw Thomas Friedman on the street talking on his cell phone. I gave him the ‘I know who you are’ look. He writes for the New York Times and has been on the Daily Show as well as a few other programs in case you were wondering. He acknowledged my knowing glance and kept chatting away on his cell phone. I should’ve offered whatever services to him but he was on his phone and I didn’t want to interrupt, putting him into the Sandy Bates character in Stardust Memories with me being one of his annoying fans, interrupting when Sandy’s on a pay phone.
That’s when I slapped the cell phone out of his hands and kicked it into the gutter. He stood there and said, ‘What the fuck?’ and I just stood there and laughed with my hands on my hips and told him to go write a book about it and called him Poindexter. Of course that didn’t happen. Actually it was the other way around. I made it back to the office a bit bruised and ate my salad in relative peace. Later on in the day I was going out for a smoke and as I’m getting off the elevator, coming into the lift was John De Lancie, who played an all powerful, omnipotent being named “Q”.
All in all a pretty decent day, peppered with celebrities.