Saturday, November 15, 2008

Hey, I know that masseur!

Here's an episode of Lipstick Jungle featuring my friend and Broadway actor Cheyenne Jackson...

Very cool!

"It really was no miracle...what happened what just this..."

Here I am (defying gravity...sorry, couldn't resist) in 1986.

I really loved The Wizard of Oz.

There was a tornado watch in my area tonight, and The Wizard of Oz was on television. Now, that is some good timing. I was on the phone with my mom (to fill her in about the tornado watch), and told her that I couldn't believe it...I hadn't seen this movie in so long, and yet I still knew practically the entire thing by heart. She said, "Well, you DID used to watch it every day."

I did.

Every so often, I'll go on an Oz kick...I'll reread some of the Oz books and movie trivia, and remember that really great TV movie about L. Frank Baum's life starring John Ritter that has sadly never been released on DVD. (It was so great! I get chills just remembering it.)

I have always regarded L. Frank Baum as one of my literary heroes. Even reading his dedications is entertaining enough...a special, brilliant man who gave the world an incredible gift.

The other day, as my friend Laura and I were having our daily IM ramblings (if one of us ever get a job which does not allow AIM, we're in serious trouble),we started talking about what a "Wizard of Oz-themed wedding" would be like.

(When you are currently going to as many weddings as both Laura and I have been over the past few years, these things come-up in conversation! We have also discussed what might go on at a "Breakfast at Tiffany-themed wedding"...the bride enters to "Moon River", the bridesmaids wear little black dresses, and instead of butterflies or doves or rice...they release cats after the ceremony!!!! The flowers will be "Tiffany blue.")

I figure at a Wizard Of Oz-themed wedding, the bridesmaids would wear multi-colored dresses and enter to "Somewhere Over the Rainbow."

Like these girls!

The bride would arrive in a horse-drawn carriage, and that horse would be painted many colors. (Obviously!)

Instead of a bouquet, she will carry a basket with a stuffed Cairn terrier in it.

(Or a real one...but since there are already going to be cats there, I don't recommend it.)

At one point, I said, "And you can rent dwarfs to dress-up as munchkins to be greeters at the ceremony!"

And Laura paused. "NO! STOP IT! YOU JUST SAID 'RENT DWARFS'!!!!!!!!"

I had a flashback of working at the bookstore years ago, and this delightfully eccentric girl, Crystal, said to me, "Diana, you're good talking on the phone...can you help me make some phone calls? I need to call all these party places (that rent-out strippers, magicians, etc.") and ask them if they rent-out midgets?"


Crystal: I'm having a Moulin Rouge-themed birthday party...and I want midgets to answer the door dressed in top hats and tuxedos.

Me: I can't call people and ask them that!!!

Crystal: Why not?

Me: Because it just sounds WRONG. Besides, I sound SO YOUNG. Everybody would think I was pranking them.

Well, Crystal, if you're reading this...(and I HIGHLY doubt that you are, since I haven't spoken to you in years)...I apologise.

Who knew that one day, I would be talking about hiring people to dress-up as munchkins.

And look here!!!!

Come on, "So You Wanna Hire a Munchkin."

People clearly have the need to hire munchkins all the time.

I bet LOTS of couples have Wizard of Oz-themed weddings!

(Even though I am trying to find examples online and cannot really find anything.)

I understand that there is a chance that I could end-up marrying a guy who is really into Judy Garland and The Wizard of Oz (I'm just being realistic here) and would be all for having that Wizard of Oz-themed wedding.

(I wonder if a Priest would be able to dress-up like the Wizard for a Wizard of Oz- themed wedding. Is that against any rules??? Does The Wizard of Oz fall under the same list of things that the Church sees as witchcraft as Harry Potter does?)

Diana Rissetto

"Life is eternal and love is immortal and death is only a horizon..."

I get sucked-into watching the John Edward show on the WE channel constantly.

I never plan-on watching it...but I'll turn on the television and it's on, and I watch thirty seconds of it, and can never turn it off. (One time I DID turn-it off, when it was a special with 9/11 families...said to myself, "Yeah, gotta get out of the house and away from this television or I'll be crying for the rest of the week...")

(I DO cry a lot...of course, I am also the girl that cries over air freshener commercials.)

And the other day...I came very close to BUYING tickets to see John Edward live.

He is going to be in Seacaucus (a place my train passes through every day on the way to New York City, and this seemed like as good a time as any to visit) the week of the tenth anniversary of my father's death.

I took that as a sign. (I take a lot of things as "signs". I need to stop doing that. If you look for a sign hard enough, you'll find one in anything.)

I went back-and-forth. What if I spent all that money (and a trip into Seacaucus), and nothing "happened", and it was all a waste? But what if I went, and something DID "happen"...and what if I didn't go, and ended-up wondering "what if" for a long time after.

However, the decision was made for me, as the show seems to be sold-out.

My dad was sick for over a year before he died of cancer when I was seventeen-years-old. While this is not something I ever particularly advertised, for almost that entire year, I carried around a copy of this book Hello From Heaven with me wherever I went. It was always in my school backpack, and I'd read and reread it whenever I had nothing else to do. That book was the most enormously comforting thing in the world to me during that time. It was filled with stories about people being contacted by their loved ones who had passed away.

I had accepted the father was going to die...but this book made me feel a lot better, and knew that even when my father died, he was still going to exist somewhere. I knew that I would get "signs" after he was gone, just like those people in that book.

(I also blame the television show Providence...that series when Melina Kanakaredes moves back home after her mom's death, and her mom appears to her every night and they talk. That show was great! And, of course, I always make an effort to support the curly-haired in their artistic endeavors.)

However, after my father died, and I never did get any kind of a sign...nearly ten years later, I still haven't.

When my dog died last year, I will not like...I spent some time on websites where people talked about being contacted by their pets beyond the grave.

Of course LuLu would contact me! Why wouldn't she?

She never did.

Oddly enough, my lack of paranormal experiences has not really left me disappointed or skeptic. I still absolutely believe in all of that...I do think John Edward is genuine, and that he has a gift, and that it's not all a hoax. I believe that most of the stories from Hello From Heaven were truthful, and I will never, ever believe "when you're dead, you're dead." I've heard a lot of people say that they feel that way, and it just makes me very sad.

Maybe it's a naive and optimistic way to think, but I will always believe in something a lot bigger than any of us, than anything that is on this earth.

(Now I feel like watching Highway to Heaven. I love Highway to Heaven. The first year I lived in New Jersey, I had terrible was much too quiet to sleep!...and I would stay-up all night. Highway to Heaven came on at 3:30 AM. Love it. Michael Landon will always remain one of my idols, for being somebody who became so beloved and successful for being a total sap.)

Diana Rissetto