Alan Alda kinda looks like my dad.


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I think I may have blurted this out when I met him. Not the best way to make an impression on the star, most likely. But I meant it in the best way possible. He gave a talk, signed his book and mingled. He’s great, I thought. Then he appeared in two short plays at the theater last night, one with Sigourney Weaver and I thought. Yeah, he’s really, really great.

Can you tell my writing brain is getting a little fried?

I met Sigourney too. She was thinner than I’d expected, as most celebrities are, and looked like a nice neighbor, someone I’d like to chat with on the porch, especially when she asked me about ME. Very cool, very approachable, very Southampton. The people here are out going and friendly and nothing at all like the snobs you hear about.

Why even last night, as I mortified the 2 young girls in my car by asking out the window, “Whose party is this? Is it for me?” to a valet parking imports in front of a mansion, he smiled, said, “Yeah. It’s all for you,” tapping my arm before waving me on.

Don’t we all want to believe that? That it’s all for us?

I am fighting with the washing machine and the stupid card upload internet savvy system this morning so I can have clean clothes for the rest of the week. After the beach bonfire last night most of my clothes are either smoky or sandy, not exactly the scent I was going for.

The lectures and readings have been great. The workshop with Amy Hempel is incredibly informative. I even snuck away a bit to write new stuff, something most of these workshop/conference goers say they aren’t doing.
It’s kind of like camp.
Except we had Jane Pauley and Garry Trudeau and Roger Rosenblatt in our beer line last night.

5 responses on “Alan Alda kinda looks like my dad.

  1. The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch:

    You mean it isn’t all for me? It can’t be true.

    Looks like you’re having a great time – enjoy it – it’s all for me – I mean you – it’s all for you.

  2. Churlita

    That’s so cool. Sally field’s granddaughter went to my daughter’s school for a year. (her son had been in the writer’s workshop and he had moved back for a bit) She was so tiny in person. It felt like I could hold her in my hand. Also, she was awesome. My daughter was all giggly when she passed her and Sally just laughed and said hello to her. Then my daughter shrieked. Nice.

  3. Karen MEG

    He DOES look like he could be your Dad.
    What an awesome writer’s weekend that you’re having!!!!