In the spirit of rigorous honesty, you should know that it took all the adult will and determination I have, which is, you know, not a lot, to write this post instead of STAMPEDING to the next episode of Friday Night Lights I have queued up on Netflix. The last time I got like this is when I had all the episodes of Upstairs Downstairs.
Good gravy, Friday Night Lights is a good show. And I realize 2007 called and wants its show back.
When we were last together, and I think about it all the time. Can't get it out of my mind, cause I looooove youuu!
I GOT THE SWEETEST HANGOVER! I DON'T WANNA GET OVER!
Anyway. When we were last together, I was headed to a depressing movie with Ned, but then he said, "We could go to a less-depressing Julie Delpy movie instead" and who jumped at that chance?
Julie Delpy did those really good movies with Ethan Hawke, Before Sunrise and whatever the next one was called. Before Sunny Delight or whatever. Now she's done a movie with Chris Rock, where he plays a normal person, in a movie called Two Days in New York. It was really very uplifting and I was surprised when Ned didn't hate it for being so.
Now we start our week of movies at the old movie theater in town--The Last Picture Show is on tonight. We're seeing one every night, and yes of COURSE I just got some freelance work in. I mean, what about my social life? GOD. But there IS the part where I have, you know, all morning off, so I can do three or four hours in the a.m. before I go to fake work. And I'm glad to have work, since Edsel is going to need surgery and wigs and trips to the beach to look dramatically out over the water and all.
Oh, he'll be FINE. I am sure of it. And thanks, everyone for all the support and tips and everything. I know it'll be okay.
edz not sirtan.
Oh, that FLOOR. How that floor bugs me. I know I never mention it.
Anyway, after our Julie Delpy movie yesterday we went to dinner, and when we got out of the car Ned said, "I've been meaning to show this to you because I walk past it all the time." It was this Latin dance club, and on the door in quotes, which you know didn't annoy me in the slightest, was, "Where the fun never ends!"
The best part? The club was closed. "Where the fun never ends, except apparently it did," said Ned.
You know how I get? Where I start giggling? And then I giggle harder? And then I realize I am hysterical and there is no stopping me? That's how I was outside of this poor club where the fun never ended. I guess the fun did NOT end, for me. And I didn't have my phone so I could take a picture for y'all. I'm trying not to take my phone everywhere so I don't turn into one of those people looking at her phone all the time.
Anyway, once we were at dinner I somehow got on the subject of a necklace I covet. Why I bothered Ned, who is a straight boy and who had never heard of Toni Home Perms (another story I bored him with), with details about a necklace is beyond me.
"Well, it has the Eiffel Tower, of course, and a pink petit-four, or I guess it's a macaron..." I began, and it was only going to get more interesting from there.
"A pedophile? You want a necklace that has the Eiffel Tower and a pink pedophile?"
"A PETIT-FOUR. It has a PETIT-FOUR," I said, over the music and the other people talking and so on.
"It has a petit-four for a pedophile?"
Do you remember when I used to complain that sometimes Marvin acted like a grandpa, with the not hearing things and saying stuff that made no sense?
Why do I seem to have a type?
At any rate, that pretty much sums up my weekend. The fun never ended. Except when it did.
Am going to try to cram in one episode of my show before work and then panic about my freelance stuff nine minutes before it's due. As an adult, I like to have goals.
Petit-June, out.
