American pancakes
Friday, June 8, 2012

A few weeks ago I met the very talented director Jerry J White III in person. (The reason I haven't wrote about this before is because I don't want to yell out on the Internet that my house is unoccupied.) We met in LA and had breakfast with his girlfriend, the equally talented actress Amanda Dawn Harrison.

Both were very nice and friendly people.

Though I write in English every day, I rarely speak it. My active spoken vocabulary is far smaller than my written. I also have the annoying feeling of behaving like a fool every time I open my mouth in front of strangers. Together these two make me want to run and hide somewhere instead of meeting people.

Not very constructive.

So I had to remind myself that what ever happens I'll survive.

My husband is one of those social types. He can talk to anyone anywhere. And he speaks English more or less daily too, lucky bastard. If I had brought him along, he would have made it splendidly. And I would have sat quietly, listening, being happy - and being a coward. After all, they are my friends. I was not about to hide behind my husband.

I don't know what kind of impression I made. I know for sure I could have asked more questions and talked about things a lot more than I did; but I don't think I made that much of a fool of myself.

And I learned all about how to eat pancakes the American way, just as in the movies.