May 28, 2006
Memorial Day 2006
Once again, getting it in before the end of the month. Why do I still have this thing?
So Friday night was spent watching the rest of Transgeneration and silently revering anyone who has gone through gender reassignment. I don't know what it is, but the "T" in GLBT fascinates me completely, and I'm always searching for enlightenment on this subject.
After Disc 2 was over, I stayed up to watch Somewhere in Time, a movie I have wanted to see for a long time—and now I have to wonder why. I can poke, like, seventeen holes in that movie: flaws in logic, stuff that didn't make sense, and dialogue that was just too cheesy for words, no pun intended. I guess it didn't help that I fell asleep through most of it, but the parts I did see were just too much too take. The DVD menu had a selection for the fan club of this movie. I didn't check it out, and I really have nothing else to say. I like Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour, but not in this movie.
Saturday morning, I woke up to the cute workers pounding away at the flat upstairs. It's under renovation, and the guys have been coming at weird times of the day and night. No biggie, though, because I had plans to visit H in Oakland anyway. It's still weird. After a month of living here, I sometimes refer to Oakland as "home." I have to catch myself and call it "H's place" instead. And I do miss him...a lot. I was afraid that moving out would mean walking away from a 12-year friendship without looking back. I mean, I left under some pretty rough circumstances. I was so angry and resentful, and I said some very nasty things, and the day I moved out, I regretted them all. I still do. But you can't undo what's been done, and said, so now I just cringe a little when I remember them and, taking the high road here, imagine what it would feel like on the other end, hearing words like that directed at me. I still love H, and I will always love him. We just can't live together.
Where am I going with this?
I spent four hours over there, and walking back to BART, I was thinking, "I'm going home, to my apartment, in a different city," and I'm not used to it yet. Whatever. I know. Get over it.
So then around nine o'clock, SP and JJWM pulled up outside my window. SP came up to see Elephant at Slim's on Saturday night—kooky band from Europea—while JJWM went to some party at Martuni's. And while SP was getting ready to leave for the concert, he dropped a bomb on me. He pulled out an all-too-familiar bag with two orange-scented candles that I love and a card. I opened the card, and what fell out but a ticket to Madonna's concert in San Jose on Tuesday night. I peed. I mean, I felt it run down my fucking leg. I had given up on seeing her because the tickets were too expensive, and, since I have never seen her live before, I didn't know what I was missing and therefore wouldn't miss it. SP was determined to get me to go, and I remained indifferent. And then JJWM decided he needed the cash, so SP bought JJWM's ticket from him—the two were going together—and now SP and I are going together instead. Isn't that wild? I was absolutely floored, like, not believing it, not knowing what to say, the whole thing. It will be fantastic. I'm sure I'll have something to say about it after the fact. Wow. Quelle surprise!
Sunday, after recovering from a hangover, SP and I went to Squat and Gobble for crepes and then downtown to see a movie. He wanted to see The DaVinci Code to sate his curiosity, and I said "what the hell, I read the book, I might as well." I was going to wait for video, and I was more than disappointed that Tom Hanks was cast as Robert Langdon, but Audrey Tatou and Jean Reno more than made up for it. And I walked away pleasantly surprised. I really liked it.
And then we went to Cha Cha Cha in the Mission for the warm spinach salad and the fried plantanos with black bean sauce. I didn't know about the carnival (or is it "Carnival") in the Mission this weekend, otherwise we would have gone to the Haight, and as a result, we had to wait almost an hour just to get two seats at the bar from which we could drink and eat. It's so worth it, though. The food is delish, and the eye candy is too much.
Blah blah blah and then we watched The Ritz, which I haven't seen in so long it was like the first time. So funny.
I've totally forgotten how to write in this thing.
First, we did this.
Then, we did that.
Next, we'll do this other.
Wake up! It's over!
