The anti- Valentine's Day

Onions, proposals, beers, scuffles and snow.

Cameraman and I got tanked at Mc Sorley's last night... snuggled up by the potbelly stove, scuffling our shoes atop the sawdust. I begged him not to eat onions... but when you get a cheese plate of Saltine's, sharp cheddar, sharp mustard and white onions, what are you going to do? Not eat it?

We then talked about his proposal for Creative Capital which sounds fabulous and very ambitious... I was able to put my "smartypants" hat on and actually give him a hand - they pay the Schwartz for the advice, sometimes. He was so excited by the advice, he even whipped out a notebook to ink down the brilliance. Then we discussed my Sundance proposal, which after 10 beers (they're small) was frighteningly confusing and challenging... my notes are sloppy and incoherent and devolved into hearts and smiley faces.

Cameraman stated that we don't ever fight, and wondered if that was a concern, and then I reminded him of the one topic we do fight about, and he agreed, and then we got into a fight about it. Productive. He claims "this is not a fight, its a tiff" and I said "this is a fight."

But then we hopped into a cab in the snow with a man speaking lovelies to his wife on the phone and that was that.