What a weekend. Such a weekend, in fact, that I can only write about it now—3 days after it ended. Some brief highlights:
High Points:
-Davidde coming for a visit.
-Finding an Hermes (I know there's an accent somewhere, just too lazy to insert) scarf for $5!!!!!! At the thrift store. I literally knocked over all the other scarves trying to get to it.
-Getting a Truffaut on Hitchcock book at same thrift store for $2.
-Meeting the French Ambassador to the U.S.
-French Film Festival and getting to hang out with French actors at a reception. It is very weird to see a movie and then see one of the characters eating cheese off of a plastic plate an hour later. Weird.
-Graffiti-ing an already graffiti-d restaurant bathroom with “Detroit Rocks.”
-A jukebox that played both “Suspicious Minds” and “Space Oddity.”
Looking back, I've had a strangely French-centric weekend.
Lowpoints:
-Driving to/from Northern Virginia--aka. Hell Driving for the Suburban Insane.
-The uncomfortable seats at the theater that made my butt fall asleep.
-The film “Marriages” that was all about people cheating on each other and put me in a bad mood.
-The mean French waiter (I think he was actually faking the accent because of all the French people in town) who made us leave our table because he had “a line of people waiting!” At a “French” restaurant that makes soggy Croque Monsieurs, I might add.
-Too much of the vino.
-The woman at the Museum of the Confederacy with the sweatshirt with a Confederate flag on the back that said “If this offends you, read your history book.” I thought of a few counter-slogans.
I have about a thousand things to do this week, yet here I am relaxing watching “America’s Next Top Model.” This show has gone whack. Half of the girls are not even slightly interesting looking. I think the girl that looks like Carmen Kass is going to win, or maybe Naima. That said, it’s not so much the girls, but the judges are getting really mean and crass. However, last week a girl’s face nearly fell off, and this week someone danced on a table and mooned people on the freeway, so at least there are equal parts insanity.
I have so many thousands of things to do that doing work at “work” only creates more work for me personally. Like I have two lists going at all times—the “work” list and the “Me” list. I’m not sure which is winning. But, in brighter news, Spring has Sprung here in Richmond and I am making the most of it. I even went running. Which is how I know I have a thousand things to do—I only run to avoid other things.
I was very sad to learn that Saul Bellow died today. I mean, he was almost 90, but he is/was one of my favorite writers. Go read “Humboldt’s Gift” right now. Right now!
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