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Friday, August 22, 2003

just stuff

I just finished watching When Harry Met Sally. That is definitely not a movie without moral faults, but I have to confess I love it, especially the second half. I love the way Marie (whom I cannot help thinking of as Marie Organa since we've been plunged into the world of Star Wars so much lately -- she's played by Princess Leia, I mean Carrie Fisher) and Jess get together, I love the 80's clothes, I love the way it makes New York look like such a lovely place, and I love love LOVE the "I love you" line at the end. Possibly one of the most memorable such lines in movie history. :) My friends and I used to watch this in high school and we had the whole last scene memorized. I was having an 80's nostalgia moment just looking at the clothes. Watch it and see if you don't think Meg Ryan's sweaters and slacks and formals were much wiser fashion decisions than all the slinky tank tops and goofy flare-legged hip-huggers everyone's wearing today. (well, everyone except me).



My parents have the kids tonight, not because we had a date or anything, just because. I finished the tape for my dad, and then folded a bunch of laundry (watching the beginning of the aforementioned grown-up movie this time), and then we drove to the valley to buy some groceries and derby supplies. I found THE most filling 600-calorie dinner I think I've ever heard of -- a footlong roast beef Subway sandwich, no mayo or cheese. I really could have done with a 6-inch and wrapped the rest up, but a) we weren't going straight home and I didn't want it to sit there multiplying bacteria in the car while we shopped, and b) I would have been under 1200 calories for the day and I'm trying to stay at or just above that so that I don't go into "fasting" mode and start losing muscle or something. Not that one day would do that, but still.



I stunned the daylights out of a Sam Goody employee at the mall, I think. First of all, because it seemed quite shocking to everyone there that two such ancient persons as T and myself (at the ripe old ages of 33 and 28) would enter their domain, and secondly because when the nearly-prepubescent clerk approached and asked if he could help me, I told him I was looking to see if they had any CPE Bach CD's, but it looked like they just had JS Bach. I think I may as well have spoken in Sanskrit, or perhaps spun my head around. At any rate, he backed away slowly like I was an escapee from a high-security mental institution. It seems like not very long ago that I looked at adults with the same kind of shocked (and somehow patronizing) unbelief that they could ever have been my age...

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