- fat traffic all the way down the freeway spine of the valley, from south to north.
- once you get downtown, no place to park WHY.
- people waving their leisurely online ticket printouts at the ticket taker, all please scan this in a leisurely fashion while I am waiting with my fuming IRL ticket that I just bought with money at the booth LET ME IN, dammit!
Okay, weeknight movie night, maybe I was a tiny bit too stressed for your action packed lifestyle.
On the other hand, I did get to see Spotlight for the second time with one of my favorite work friends, and she did wear pink velvet shoes, which I totally coveted and simultaneously renounced in my mind because you can't really buy pink velvet shoes when your friend bought them first, it just wouldn't be right. AND the movie was just as brill as I remember it being, maybe even more so, AND I totally recognized the voice of an actor who only did voice work in the movie (he was talking to a reporter, in several scenes, on the phone), even though he was uncredited!
When I got home, I had to collapse in front of my laptop and do the following:
- respond to panicky student emails
- send my manuscript to a competition
- send a packet of poems to an illustrious journal that's just going to reject them anyway, and probably after a freaking leisurely period of time
- make several lists
"I shouldn't have gone to the movie," I said to the historian, as I was getting on my take-the-dog-for-a-walk-in-the-wintertime boots (they are so choice, but they are NOT pink velvet). "I actually knew I shouldn't go before I even went. But I went anyway, so."
"Well," he said, without drawing a conclusion, at least not explicitly. But, you know. I kind of got his gist.
And then we went for a walk in the wintertime. And now I shall complete the remainder of my agenda, deferred because of weeknight movie going shenanigans, but hey, it was worth it! Probably! Draw your own conclusions!