It’s nearly 2:00 am and I am wide awake.  My head is still full of Julia Child and Ted Kennedy’s sisters and the neighbor friends we had dinner with tonight and I am worried that I won’t get up early enough to clean the front room and gather together a good assortment of costume pieces before it’s time to leave for rehearsal tomorrow.  I’m afraid I will be late.  I’m afraid I won’t be ready.  I’m afraid I won’t have done enough housework before I go to the studio and leave The Husband and My Kid at home to cook all day like Julia Child.

Julie and Julia

We saw the movie hours ago this afternoon but we are still talking about it.  We’re googling Julia Child and an actor friend from our Annex days– Julia Prudhomme (we never knew she was related to Julia Child! ).  We have less than six degrees of separation from this movie in several directions:  Julie Powell lived in Brooklyn at some point in the story;  our friend is related to Julia Child; one of our native French speaking neighbors recorded some text for another neighbor who was a vocal coach on the movie…

But mostly, we loved watching Meryl Streep and Stanley (“Big (food movie) Night”) Tucci as Julia and Paul Child.

From a going into the studio to do clown work tomorrow perspective; Julia Child was a 6’2″ woman who couldn’t play the 1950’s cute little woman ideal and oh what freedom that gave her to do great work!