My Dinner with James Script by Tim Fitzharris
Post created on November 6, 2008 by Reesie under Blogger Posts · No Comments »
table. The restaurant is elegant with classical music playing
over the quiet murmur of patrons.
(wiping her lips with
napkin)
Maybe you left it in your other
jacket.
(tapping fork nervously on
table top)
No, no, the money wasn’t in my
wallet; it was in the stock market.
Oh.
Well, it’s not going to be easy
getting it back.
IRENE, the waitress, arrives to clear up the table.
(gathering up plates and
utensils)
Can I get you something for
dessert?
None for me. I’m stuffed. Excuse
me.
Laura rises and heads for the ladies room.
(confidentially to James)
It’s all set. The ring is in the
middle of the cake.
Hey, don’t be so nervous — she’s
probably going to say “yes”.
Irene disappears. James does more fork-tapping, pulls at his
ear, prods at his hair, applies lip balm and finally checks
his watch.
Laura returns and sits down. A bus boy arrives with two cups
of coffee.
Irene follows right behind with two pieces of cake.
Gosh, thanks, but I can’t eat
another thing.
JAMES
Aw, try it. It’s the house
specialty.
(reassuringly)
Yeh, take a bite, sweetie.
No, no. I’m on a diet. Just bring
me a doggy box, I’ll eat it
tomorrow.
But, it’ll dry out.
(insistently)
Eat your cake
(pleading)
Please, honey.
(shaking her head)
Unh, unh.
Irene spears a piece of cake with a fork and pushes it toward
Laura’s mouth.
(through clenched teeth)
Eat your fucking cake!
Laura’s eyes widen. She opens her mouth, takes the cake,
chews, grimaces, and finally pulls an engagement ring from
between her lips.
She examines the ring and then looks up quizzically at James.
(looking into Laura’s eyes)
Will you marry me, Laura?
(tears welling up as she
looks at James)
Yes, I will, just as long as I
don’t have to eat the cake.
Laura sobs, giggles, and joins hands with James across the
table. James slips the ring onto her finger.
Post created on November 4, 2008 by Reesie under Blogger Posts · 4 Comments » While all the bloggers, the American people and the rest of the world are talking about Obama’s presidency, I am talking about food. There’s no connection whatsoever. It’s not that I don’t care. I did want Obama to be the next president but they had said it all already and I, on the other hand, am hungry..:D Anyways, I put black beans, onions, garlic and bell pepper with this. “It wasn’t bad”, that was my sister told me. ” You should put tomatoes on it”, she added. In short, No Delicioso! She was just too nice not to say ” Resie, wa gyd lami. ” On the other hand, Jaime, my ever supportive boyfriend, told me it was delicious – that whatever I cook is good. LOL. I know, he was lying…hehe. I admit, I screwed up this time. Looks good though but remember, looks can be deceiving.
“Writing can never be this sweet, just like coated candies.” – Mimi Post created on November 3, 2008 by Reesie under Blogger Posts · No Comments » I have a date with Michael Scofield tonight at 8:00. Can’t wait. I missed him last Monday because of some important baseball game (World Series). Were they nuts? What would be more important than Michael? I was there waiting for Michael patiently and then he texted me, “World Series 2nyt, can’t come. I will miss you.” ” I’ll miss you too. Mondays are boring without you.”, was my reply. Chuva lang. Hehe. If Sara Tancredi allows it and if he’s not busy trying to destroy”the company” , I will take him home tonite. Lol
By the way, those of you who want to be in Tim’s film please email me. He has been looking for actors, staff and crew. He’ll be filming in Bohol on January to April 2009. Pakals!
My sister made this the other night, tinulang manok (chicken soup) with lemon grass and malunggay. Yummy! It’s been years since I had this. The soup was perfect for the weather. It’s getting really cold out here. In fact, it snowed a little this morning. Too early for winter, they said. It’s not even Thanksgiving yet!
Another fave of mine, kinilaw na isda (raw fish) with jalapeno, red onions, ginger, lemonsito and vinegar. Ang sarap pramis! My Manoy used to make this back home. He makes the best kinilaw ever. But this one made by my pretty sexy preggy sister is to die for as well. The fish is mahi-mahi by the way. Es delicioso!
This one is an experiment of mine. We got these fish ( I forgot the name) at the Asian market here. The “kano” will puke if they see these. They don’t eat fish with head and bones. It should be fillet. Sosyal! Haller, they’re just the same. “Eeeew, it seems that they’re looking at me!”, my former coworker said when asked about why she couldn’t eat whole fish. Ang arte ng lola! I don’t really care what they say about the kind of food I am eating. Hey, it’s a free country. Well, they should thank me for not brining dried fish for lunch. They’d die, if I would. Lol. Date With Michael Scofield Tonight
“Writing can never be this sweet, just like coated candies.” – Mimi
