I'm a goof masquerading as someone dignified. I love to dance, but I rarely make it down a flight of stairs without tripping. Miraculously, I’ve only ever broken one bone, and that was because a paraglide chute dragged me across a hillside, not because I ran I into the door jam (which I do regularly).
Although my nuclear family is small, I come from a large and wonderfully boisterous Irish family (I have over thirty first cousins, and yes, I know them all). Thanksgiving dinner with less than 40 people in attendance is considered a small year. My one grandma loves to dance and will cut a rug with gusto whether it’s to Sinatra or 50 Cent, and my other grandma had a razor wit, regularly telling the nuns at her rest home, “You can’t rent out my room yet. I’m still here.” I want to grow old and feisty surrounded by people I love.
FILM: Clue (flames, on the side of my face!), The Hudsucker Proxy (anything Coen), Adaptation (anything Kaufman), Rear Window (lots of Hitchcock), Noises Off, Singin' in the Rain, Delicatessen (anything Jeunet), Monty Python and the Holy Grail, The Philadelphia Story (yar, indeed), the list goes on and on.