This weekend turned out to be full of surprises. Friday, Shanna and I stayed in and watched Bertolucci’s The Dreamers. Overall I found it to be an interesting and sort of charming film. I enjoyed the references to classics of both French and American cinema. I also enjoyed the treatment of May ’68. It made me feel as conflicted about those events as I’m sure many of the young people in Paris at the time were. The incestuous sexuality, however, made me very uncomfortable, even though Eva Green is a thoroughly ravishing beauty.
Saturday was spent working on Humid Beings stuff with Ben and Blake. Then Saturday night I went to see Shanna, Rose and Sarah Valentine in a fashion show for Andrea Loest. The show was nice, it was held in a steaming hot gallery-cum-warehouse space. The clothes looked great and the ladies looked HOTT! We went downtown afterwards and hung out on Frenchman for the voter awareness block party. I saw lots of people I hadn’t seen in a while, some that I hadn’t seen for years, including Howard Love, who has recently moved back into town. We stayed out till about Midnight and went home to eat junk food and pass out.
Sunday was supposed to be spent getting our wedding registries created and getting addresses together with my mother but when we went to leave the car wouldn’t start. Arrrgggghhh!! So instead we stayed at home where I proceeded to stress out to the point where I had to go lay down for several hours. When I finally got up I was able to console myself with the full CBS coverage of Lance Armstrong’s victory day in Paris, which was really sweet. I also comforted myself with a heaping serving of pasta and jamon.
Today the car was towed to a shop recommended to me by a coworker and I’m biting off all of my fingernails waiting to hear the news. I hope to god it isn’t something horribly serious i.e. expensive. I just wouldn’t be able to handle it with the wedding and all.
The only thing getting me through the day is the knowledge that when I get home I will be able to watch the Democratic National Convention. Tonight Clinton, Gore and Carter will all address the nation and lead the charge to change it. Some heartfelt, awe-inspiring, good old-fashioned Southern Democratic gospel is just what my soul needs right about now.
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