Last night, Tracing and I met after work and went to see Gosford Park.

Right before I left to meet her, I got the call from my Systems department that my computer was all in one piece again, so I went and got it in the suitcase that I had brought it in, which meant that I showed up at the movie theatre dragging an enormous red suitcase.

It looked as though I was planning to be at the movies for a very long time indeed. Or possibly that I was going to see Lord of the Rings and needed pyjamas and a toothbrush and a change of clothes for the next morning. Ha! I slay me.

Anyway, the movie kicked serious butt.

The cast was uniformly terrific, my favourite possibly being Richard E. Grant, who made an art out of smirking, but Emily Watson was wonderful as well, and so were Jeremy Northam and Bob Balaban and Maggie Smith with all those little "goody goody" and "yummy yummy"s and my God Kelly MacDonald was terrific and Clive Owen just took my breath away. I didn't bother seeing Croupier last year, because he didn't look that special to me (yes, I'm that shallow), but he is just a smouldering lump of sex with secrets, and you know what? That's what makes a star, baby.

The problem with a cast of 200 though, is that there are going to be people that you'd like to see more of--I didn't realize until probably 2/3s of the way through the picture that Sophie Thompson was in it, and I love her! I didn't actually recognize Charles Dance, not even once, and I remember thinking, "Helen Mirren got a Golden Globe nomination, I imagine she'll have something to do at some point!" O, and Alan Bates, I loved him when Jeremy Northam was singing, out of focus in the background, enjoying it so much.

And I forgot Kristen Scott Thomas and Stephen Fry and Derek Jacobi! See, too many perfect performances from too many actors. A great problem to have.

Afterwards, Tracing and I went to the place called The Coffeeshop, which is so totally not a coffeeshop, but instead a trendy bar and eatery, which startled me, but I was just having a coke, so it didn't really bother me.

Tracing gave me my birthday and Christmas presents, because we vie over who can give them farther away from the actual date (I'm going to have to give her this year's birthday present in 2005), which were a row of great smelling soaps that I didn't notice were in various shades of pink until she said, "They match your hair!" but the light was very bad in there, so I have an excuse.

That was my Christmas present, but my birthday present was totally brilliant, it was a portfolio case! And a really beautiful one, all leather and soft, I just loved it. This all came from back here, when I gave her all of those pictures but I didn't have a portfolio case to put them in. Well, the portfolio case that she gave me was filled with my pictures that she never gave back.

Remembering for two years something that I want and need? Now that's a good present-giver!

Today's horoscope:
Personal productivity and efficiency are essential today. You may begin a healthier regimen for your body; don't be too hard on yourself.

One year ago today:
I feel slightly less like Beth March sitting in bed with fever-bright eyes being fed spoonfuls of broth through cracked lips.

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