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Happy third anniversary to me and this page! I am expecting everyone to send me my leather goods. I don't have anything like enough dog collars and riding crops!
I miss my Daddy so much. I saw his last film last night, Adios East Los, at the Tribeca Film Centre. I thought I would burst into tears when I saw him, when his scene came on, but instead I started grinning. He's awfully funny and it's a nice bit, and the sight of his face didn't make me cry as his picture is on my desk at work and I see it every single day. What got me was, in the reverse shot, looking at his ear and the back of his neck. I had forgotten the brown spots on the top of his ear and the way that his hair looked on the back of his neck. He was wearing his own clothes, too, so I was looking at the shirt and the hat. And his hands. I didn't cry when the scene was on, I was happy when the scene was on, I cried when the scene was over. I didn't cry when I saw my father, I cried when I didn't see him anymore.
There was a reception beforehand, so I wore my wine silk outfit. Of course, I needn't have, since it wasn't so dressy, but if I hadn't worn it I would have worn jeans and then I would have felt like an idiot. Slightly overdressed is much better than hideously underdressed. But since I did dress nicely, that meant that I was dressed that way at work. Everyone was doing double-takes and asking why I looked so nice, and I would say that I had felt that it was time for me to start dressing more appropriately for work. Unfortunately, I was unable to get that sentence out without laughing, so that kind of didn't fool anybody.
So, it turns out that Dave's "I'm going away forever, and I mean it this time!" was spoken too soon, and he's back in black. Thank goodness!
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