Thanks for the recipes, everyone!
I'm going to try to get some freelance work done before I go to work work, and my life is fun. Enclosed please find the video of the first weekend Marvin came to Seattle.
In case you didn't know, Marvin and I dated in college and broke up for 10 years. In that time, he moved to LA and I moved to Seattle. I was 31 and dating a young film student
and that young film student wanted to meet Marvin, who worked in "the industry." Yes, the term "the industry" makes my ass hurt, as well. So I said what the hay. I'll invite my old boyfriend to Seattle, why not? We've stayed friends.
So this is that weekend, October 11-13, 1996. We never did call the young boyfriend. I know. I'm awful. Four months later I was living in LA.
Some of it's dark, and I nagged Marvin to lighten it up, but he said that's just how it is. Whatever with his "8-millimeters is cool" self. The couple dancing at the beginning are his parents, and the part where I'm on the street with a long-haired guy is my old boyfriend Steve, who sometimes comments. Hi, Steve! Steve on film! Steve on film.
Oh, and when we're at the park, there's one part where he's filming me and I remember he said, "Do something," so I fell over dead. Am hilarious. That part is too dark to see, of course. Marvin has always cockblocked my funny.
Okay, that's all. Talk at you.
P.S. Has anyone seen my black stretch pants?