Monday, January 21, 2013
Thank You, MLK—We're Having a Lovely Weekend!
Yesterday Mimosa and I saw Life of Pi. I try to see most of the big Oscar nominees, but every year there are one or two I cheerfully eschew, and this year I was pretty happy to skip Life of Pi and Amour. Enter Mimosa, whom I've trained to love the Oscars as I do and who has a stubborn streak the like of which I've seldom seen; I have no idea where she inherited that. (Ha.) She says to me, "We need to see these movies." I went into full-on whine mode, but she would not be budged. I decided that I had less interest in Pi, so we got that one out of the way first.
Well, color me so surprised! All I really knew about it was what the average disinterested viewer knows: boy, boat, tiger. But it was a beautiful little movie, lushly filmed, gorgeous vivid colors, charming characters, clever writing. We were riveted. I'm also in love with grown-up Pi. Definitely recommended!
Now, will this help me keep an open mind about, yawn, ugh, Amour? Probably not. It sounds so freaking depressing, I need a very large glass of wine or two or thirty to get through it, but we have entered my two-week pre-surgery temperance period, and boy am I happy about that.
Today I have a phone appointment with Zanzibar in just a bit, we're returning cans and bottles and getting some dough, which we will spend on doughnuts from the Good Doughnut Place, I'm taking Martini to buy some new shirts and big-boy underdrawers, my giant strapping son has outgrown everything but is also old enough to have a say in what shirts he'll wear, and I have a dinner date with a long-time client who's likely moving to California. And in every available second I will read The Diviners by Libba Bray, which I am totally loving, but it's almost 600 pages, it's taking me a while to finish.
Fun fun fun weekend! I hope yours was grand as well.
—Lady C, on holiday
p.s. Another thing I did this weekend was measure my waist — I read two different magazine articles on the importance of waist size. The ideal measurement for women is under 35 inches, which I did not achieve, but also your waist measurement should not be more than 85 percent of your hip measurement, and mine is only 79 percent, so that was good news. Which I'll take where I can get it!
p.p.s. I'm trying to decide whether to host my "annual" Oscar party this year. (Last year I took a break, which I regretted precisely never.) My reconstructive surgery is February 14 and the Oscars are 10 days later (on Lady Darcy's birthday!), so my Quasiomodo-esque appearance is factoring into my decision. Any opinions on this matter? Do weigh in.