Friday, July 13, 2012

Day 327: Gluttony and Other Earthly Delights

Such a fun day! Except for, well, barfing. But other than that. Fun!!

Mimosa and I did our regular run/walk — I can't say that the bike path has gotten any more thrilling, but I am very good at zoning out now and thinking of other things as I complete my 2.7 miles. And she says that she is running more and more each time, which is great. She certainly looks fantastic in the new exercise clothes we bought her — long and lean and shapely. My daughter's a babe.

And then I came home and lifted weights and took a shower and felt extremely clean and virtuous.

On to my monthly lunch with Mrs. Cynicletary! (Though first we posed for Character Cards in a game being invented by a friend of ours. It is quite exciting to contemplate this form of immortality. I hope his game is a HUGE success!) We ate at Margarita's and talked nonstop for several hours. And while I only had guacamole and an appetizer and two margaritas, I was stuffed to the gills and quite uncomfortable by the time I got home and in fact threw up. Gross.

I spent the afternoon half dozing and half watching True Grit, the 1969 version, which I've never seen. I liked it just fine, but I think the latest version is better. Honestly, my bias is that the later versions of things are often better, because movies today are just better — an opinion I voiced to Husband.

And then having voiced it, I realize that in fact I disagree with myself. There are some movies that should never never never be remade — they are perfect as they are, and no modern improvements are needed. Examples: Gone With the Wind, Casablanca, The Wizard of Oz, and All About Eve. Do not touch them. They are perfect.

But there are other movies you could remake and improve, I think. Harvey. Gentleman's Agreement. You Can't Take It With You. Adam's Rib. The Miracle Worker.

Your mileage may vary, of course!

Despite my earlier excesses, I had a second social engagement — dinner with Sister Hart and Blogger Dawn at Jasper White's Summer Shack, one of my favorite restaurants, and I ate oysters and coleslaw and French fries and gazpacho and drank mega quantities of white wine — and we laughed hysterically and talked for three hours straight. Dawn commented, "How we move from the benign subjects of the Humane Society and Jack the Nipper to more racy subjects, I'll never know."

(My response: It is everyone's fault but mine.)

Exhausted. Sated. Time for bed.

Will my long walk and weight-lifting cancel out five alcoholic beverages and two restaurant meals? We shall see . . .

Counting the days till I leave for Minnesota!!!!! *

—Lady C


* Three.

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