I had been working on a short film for a few months, one that I hoped to have used for an internet series for my friends and I. I spent a lot of time preparing for it with my colleagues, but ideas went back and forth on how it was supposed to be, focusing on beyond last-minute details that were ultimately superfluous in comparison to say, the script and the performances. The film… could have turned out well in retrospect, but a small mutiny on set, coupled with our cinematographer losing half the film and not being able to edit the other part due to sound issues killed the project, and my interest in it. Apparently writing, starring, and directing the thing just wasn’t enough for some.
So I took a few days off and went to the Zoo and the Liberace Museum.
The Zoo is pretty small here, in an older residential neighborhood, and for those accustomed to the larger scale zoos of other cities may not find what they are looking for here. Something of a “It’s the thought that counts” sort of moments.
The Liberace Museum, however, was a tribute to “bling” in its purest form.
And like some sort of Christmas miracle, it snowed in Las Vegas.
Even the dogs got into it:
But Christmas in Vegas is unique. A lot of lights are added, making the already bright city that much more festive:
As for Christmas itself, the day was spent watching Yes Man with Jim Carrey. I had filmed a scene in Los Angeles back in 2007, and wanted to see how it turned out:
The rest of the night was Christmas light looking:
And yet, when we got home, the dogs were scratching like crazy around the outside storage closet. They had been nutty for a few days, and it was impossible to figure out why until I sarcastically made the point that there was nothing in there for them, only to be met with a meow. “Oh”, I sad. “Never mind, then.”
Turns out that a little cat had gotten stuck in the closet for who knows how long, and after giving it food and milk, and letting it warm up, we called the animal people to pick the cat up with the promise that it would be found soon.
Christmas… was about as good as it could be for 2008. Bear in mind, there was great food, such as the annual turducken:
Dad’s loss, and the injuries and other losses of the year left me in an unresolved place as 2009 came to pass. I knew something would have to change, and the second chance that Dad had given me had to count for something.
And so the quest to find a middle ground for both past and future began….