I’ll start by sharing my favorite line from this week’s new James Bond movie, Casino Royale.
Waiter: “How would you like that martini, sir? Shaken or stirred?”
007 James Bond: “Do I look like I give a damn?”
Well, after this week in the office, I probably could not give a damn how my martini is served. Though the *roughing up* that I endured was more mental than the physical sort that Daniel Craig faced! Between the exhausting job and a couple of work-related soirees, I’m too exhausted this Saturday evening to do anything but download and watch the latest episode of Prison Break and watch the “exciting, live results show” for Strictly Come Dancing.
In case I have not mentioned it to you all a thousand times already, I somehow lucked into the hottest ticket in London for 2006 – an invite to the Royal premiere of the new Bond movie in London’s famous Leicester Square.
I’ll stop well short of writing a movie review, as you can get that at http://www.nytimes.com/, but I did enjoy the flick, all 2hrs 10mins. But I will confess to being highly uncomfortable sitting in a movie theater for over 2.5 hours wearing full black tie garb and 3” heels. It didn’t stop me from grabbing a whole bunch of candy (white mice and cola bottles) and popcorn, but swilling it down with champagne seemed rather out of place!
Going back to the pre-movie paraphernalia (let’s face it, the premiere has nothing to do with the movie itself!), here’s my tidbit… The plebes (myself among them) were supposed to take the *pink carpet* to the theater and leave the *red carpet* to the Royal party, movie stars and other A-listers… but a quasi-menacing security guard has never stopped me. I snatched the arm of my young analyst from BGI, Spencer, and dragged the startled slip of a boy on a lap of the red carpet, to the confusion of the paparazzi, who clearly could not place us but flashed their light-bulbs anyway!
That’s pretty much my story for the week… Sunday beckons and I need some sleep before my morning swim and run, an afternoon of laundry and reading the paper followed by dinner with a college friend.
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