Field Notes Finds a Few New Friends.

I was given a box of Field Notes to pass out to all of the worthy people I might happen upon while home.

And,

My visit coincides with the Traverse City Film Festival (i couldn’t be happier).

SO, all sorts of industry/celebrity moments have happened and i just happen to have the aforementioned Field Notes on my person to pass on to these folks (half of the town is packin’).

I consider these little books a gesture of friendship, an extension of all things Draplin, a sign of  solidarity amongst the movie/doc lovers of the world-

it’s an understanding, a relationship you see…… aheam.

Anyhow.

Field Notes made a few new friends:

Steve and Bill= Kin to Paul Mazursky .

Jeff Garlin LOVES Field Notes!

I tried to have a chat with Wavy Gravy but he was busy walking his fish. Serious. Weird.

I wish i had a chunk of time to see the doc on him though. Damn.

I am gonna get my movie moment on Sunday! “Julie and Julia”  with Aaron’s parents. 

I will bring my Field Notes.

Hangin’ Wit the Boyz.

Back to Portland for one night. Five planes rides over 48 hours and one Ewok later we are safe and sound back in Michigan. 

I took the boys on some adventuring today:

We pulled out all of the finery for the event:

These kids know how to rollllllllll.

The Park Place Hotel

 

This is a picture of The Park Place Hotel (1930).

This is where I have been since I have been home. You see the top portion of the hotel?…..well, since 1930 there has been some development in the building and just to the right of the cupola is where The Beacon Lounge now resides. (I have been WORKING. EVERY DAY. I am NOT complaining. Just REALLY tired).

Really, after so many years slinging drinks, buffing glassware, listening to regulars and the piano- this place feels so familiar. I have developed relationships with folks- and we’re kind of like one big happy (if slightly *aheam* buzzed) family, hanging in the sky, 10 stories up. 

Blame it on cell memory or something- but when someone ordered a Bombay Sapphire and tonic the other day my hand reached for the bottle (to the place it had been for the previous 9 years of my employment) without thinking, only to find Absolut Kurant. 

Things change. 

But yet they stay the same. Honestly a couple of years is just a drop in the bucket. I am more intrigued by how easily i can settle right back in- 

Richard (the consummate regular) and I have already gotten into a fight over his shitty politics (yes Richard, shitty). 

I can still handle an entire room of drunk people by myself (crafting cocktails, keeping sales high, keeping people in their seats, talking trash, talking serious, talking town, sharing my stories, making a solid martini, making sure people don’t kill themselves… and all the while i sing the songs i have sung 100 hundred times before- AND- damn it is fun). 

So…. COME UP!  You might get drunk? You will definitely hear some Elton John….. (whether you like it or not).

*I have managed to release myself from the tower a few times and oddly enough Jim Draplin keeps showing up!

See:

Very questionable clown affiliations Jim.

(Look at Gary!!!!).

 

LAST NIGHT:

Saw “Moon” at the STATE THEATRE! 

Sam Rockwell is always good. I liked this movie.

Back Home.

PDX- TVC

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