I put ice cubes in a glass of red wine tonight. I think my father would be ashamed of me if he knew. It’s the apartment’s fault, really. I’m grateful for the heat when it’s cold out, but when it’s 60 degrees out and the heat is still on, well…
Kurt Sings Songs That Mom Really Likes: “As if we never said goodbye,” “Rose’s Turn,” and now “Not The Boy Next Door” …
We went to see “The Boy from Oz” with Hugh Jackman and it was fabulous, but my poor mother was stuck with her great aunt at the hospital. To this day, I am sad that she missed it. Howevah, they went to see “Peter and the Starcatcher” last weekend and met Christian Borle and my mother apparently fangirled a little bit at him, and I am jealous.
One day I will take a picture of the picture of my parents and my aunt and Peter Allen holding up Twyla Tharp at some benefit in the ’80s (taken by Richard Avedon!). True to form, my mother and her sister are misidentified.
I have been sick for the past 2 weeks and I was starting to feel better and now I’m all cough-y and sore throat-y again and NO because I have things to do tomorrow, i.e. buy some shoes and have girl-friendtimes and dancetimes and a drink or two and to quote my mother, “you can’t relapse!”
Tonight, Mom and I were discussing how babies are really not that cute when they’re born (well, they kind of look like old people), and they don’t start really taking shape until about 2 weeks, and I asked her when I got cute, and she goes “1 month. You were like a little snail until then.” SNAIL! That’s a new one. I said, “Snails don’t even have facial features!”
Also, my mother is completely smitten with a baby whose initials are WMF.
-overall, super-cute (on a superficial level). this episode did not make me want to tear my hair out (ignoring the Finn business, because it’s GLEE, and whatever).
-god, those gold chains were stupid. my father never wore one, thank goodness.
-listening to “Odessa” on a loop. one day, when I’m tipsy, and it’s 2am, I’m going to start singing it loudly in the middle of the street. (my go-to reaction to Bee Gees Disco is to go to listen to their creepy/moody tracks)
So, the movie came out when I was in 8th grade, and I could not care less, and I decided that I would be “rebellious” and I refused to see the movie, even though some of my friends were seeing it 10 and 12 times. I was no fan of Leo’s. I found him to be kind of slight and girly- looking. I’m guessing that I was still firmly Team Joshua Jackson in terms of celebrity crushes at the time.
Well, my luck ran out, because some friend of mine took everyone to see the movie for her birthday. I don’t remember much about the actual experience, except to note that I didn’t fall in love with it or anything. I was actually pretty annoyed that Jack theoretically could have survived. I remember towards the end, when the ship was sinking, that I thought it was taking an awfully long time for the electricity to go off. Movies! I’m pretty sure that I told people my favorite part was when the ship cracked in half, just to be “difficult” and firmly anti-romance. Oh, thirteen!
Too much “say yes to the dress” plus a real life wedding cancellation leads to horrible dreams about getting married to an older, total stranger in what looks like my elementary school auditorium/gym while wearing a terrible, ill-fitting dress that was literally, cheaply glued to my body on one side. Normally, when I have the wedding dream, I have no idea who I’m marrying. This time, I saw the guy, and it was weird.