Sunday, November 17, 2013


I spent most of yesterday reading S. It's become a loving weekend ritual to wake up, cuddle with Peesy, and delve back into the mystery at hand--in my hand. It's a book necessary to read slowly, but I think I'm also reading it slow deliberately, because I'm not sure I want to reach the end. It's good that the novel is something with a high re-readability factor. Halfway through, and I know there are things I've missed.


Last night, Kelly, Jon, and I ventured out to New Rochelle to visit Mike and Catie's new apartment. To say 'apartment' is probably misleading -- they live on the top two floors of a house, but it has five bedrooms and more space than two ex-city-dwellers know what to do with. They each have an office. There was definite storage envy among those of us that traveled north to take in their new place. We had a nice time and I was home by 10pm; like we're all adults or something.


Today's ritual of reading continued, and then I traversed rainy, humid Brooklyn via shuttle buses to make it to a viewing of Blue is the Warmest Color with Amber and Jaime. My hair grew in volume three times over by the time I reached the theater. We were seeing it at one of my favorite venues, Nitehawk, which you can order food and beverages during.

The movie itself is heartbreaking. It's a French film, notorious because of it's central lesbian romance, the sex scene, and the actresses feud with its director. The film won the Palme d'Or at Cannes, and it was the first time the award went not only to the director but also to the two stars, Adèle Exarchopoulos and Léa Seydoux. Completely deserved; those actors were superb. It may be about a lesbian romance, but the coming-of-age and first love relationship qualities can be understood universally. Jaime, Amber, and I discussed much of this on the way home.

Every relationship has their dramatics in different ways, and love intensifies them all the more. The initial throes, the comfort, the usual jealousies. Have you ever predicted, at the end of a relationship, the next person the other would be with? We (Jaime, Amber) all have. I've seen it happen a few times. All too predictable, and oddly, made me relieved--I felt less crazy and glad I was out of that.

Of course, there was that one time that we hadn't ended it yet.


Tomorrow is Monday, how depressing!

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