Is much cooler than a can of whoop ass, I find. Don't you agree?
Thinking back on my weekend, I've decided to correct me-self. Friday night wasn't terribly important. In fact, compared to Saturday, Saturday night and most of today, it was nothing more than inconsequential.
Friday night, you see, I went to see a movie and out for drinks with The Director. We spoke some about the upcoming film but it was mostly a date (which I was praying it wouldn't become - best not to mix business and pleasure). He was a gentlemen though, and didn't try any funny stuff. Let's start with the film we saw "Brick". T'was a good film, a very very good film. We were late because The Director had trouble finding my place, but not knowing the first 25 minutes made the last hour and a half more interesting. I read a review: "Film Noir set in high school." And so it is (was?). Afterwards we randomly found ourselves in DeJohn's on Lark, me drinking Sierra Nevada, he Vodka Tonic. The conversation was good. We spoke a lot, about my life, about his films, about his current work and script. He says I need to keep going with the acting. I hope he is right. He says he'll "make good" on it. This means he is going to/is thinking of casting me in his next film. What that bodes for me, I don't know. Life changes every day. So, so much.
But on to the better. I've just spent the last 24 hours eating indian food, working on my backswing (and serve, and volley etc.), browsing artwork, reminiscing about Prom Day, sleeping in a maroon cloud, watching people play soccer in a rain-saturated field, eating a bagel outside on a rain-saturated table, standing on chairs, sucking at pool.
Verdict? Indian food is good, especially when accompanied by good company; My backswing needs work (and serve, and volley, etc.); The Artist is a talented print-maker; I can never wear a turquoise beaded dress, but if I had red hair I could, and then I might even like Salmon; I don't like Salmon; Clouds make for a good nights sleep especially when alguien "hace calor"; I'm guiltily glad the game was rained out; The guy at Bruegger's Bagels most certainly broke the coffee machine; Standing on chairs makes me taller (HA!); I'm just a pool shark moving in for the kill.
I had a really nice weekend.
Laundry was mostly done today. Including the wine-soaked towel from camping. Now my room is covered in damp clothes, most of it hanging on a 9ft retractable clothesline blowing in the breeze of a small white fan, not drying, and what's left of it is hanging from book spines on my little bookshelf.
I took a shower so I'm not salty anymore (I gleamed, glowed, what is it?). I'm going to read a few more chapters of "A Farewell to Arms" (I started it at the laundromat), fingerpick a little (and work on fretting the new bluesy chords I learned as well as the pentatonic scale), eat a salad for dinner, watch a movie and get to bed early. I've had a long few days.
July? August? Who cares, as long as it's good now.
