Movies are made for rainy days. Or the other way around. One can never be certain.
Kitten woke me up early this morning, and by early, on a day off, I mean 6:30. I fed Her Annoyingness and went back to bed, knowing full well we’d never make it to Connecticut for the day. The weather was already miserable. When I did get up in earnest, I showered until I could feel the hot water giving, then I putzed around, picking at cold, leftover turkey. I wasn’t at all surprised when, late in the morning, my cell phone rang and it was J on the other end, looking for company while he ran errands. We do this from time to time -- the errand thing. Target, the bank, Home Depot, PetCo. Mostly, because he can't stand to be alone. Even to buy toothpaste.
In the middle of housewares where J was buying his mother a new stainless steel trashcan, I felt inspired. “I want a margarita,” I said. “Let’s go get drunk,” he suggested. And we did. Drinks and Mexican food. It’s a bit amusing the way my mind wanders when I’m around him these days. A year ago, even six months ago, he’d have been the only thought in my head. And today, though it didn’t surprise me, I found a least a dozen other things ticking by in my mind with each sip of my strawberry margarita. He stopped in the middle of the meal to tell me that I had beautiful hands. “They’re my mother’s,” I said and then thought about how I really needed to get a manicure, and how maybe I shouldn’t play so rough with Kitten – she’s leaving scars.
There seemed to be more errands on his list after lunch, but I was antsy to get home.
Like I said, movies were made for rainy days just like today. So after he’d dropped me off and I’d had my nap, I made a few calls to friends and we all scurried out in the day-after-Thanksgiving ooze to the theater. Even managed to drag Roommate, who is as much of a homebody as they come. But it turns out, the movie we saw was not made with today in mind. No. In fact, I have to rethink my statement from before. Happy movies were made for rainy days. Mystic River disturbed me. I should have lobbied harder for the midnight showing of The Princess Bride.
Now Kitten is curled up sleeping on the bed next to me, and the rain is tapping at the bedroom windows. I think I’ll go wash my face, put on some pink pajamas and have a cuddle with Kitten. I think cuddling’s what rainy nights were made for. That, and hot tea. But we’re out of tea.
You should have seen Love Actually. It's a movie right up your alley. When I say it, the family next to me was having an in-depth conversation about Jane Austen and the actor's in her movies :). And Colin Firth and Hugh Grant are about as adorable as they come. Though you would have had to drug roomie to get him to go with you.
Posted by: Jen at November 29, 2003 04:02 PM