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Parties, Dreams, My Saturday Night

pirateguillermo and I were sitting here watching the movie version of La Traviata done about twenty years ago with Placido Domingo. He's all young and handsome. The first time I ever saw this movie I was with my boyfriend of twenty years ago and he was clearly uncomfortable with the opera I had been raised on. This time was different. To begin with, we wondered why it is that none of our parties have ever been invaded by gypsies and matadors. Harpists, people dressed as assholes, a revolutionary chef and at least one ex, but no gypsies or matadors. Shame, really. That, and no room in our house is large enough to accomodate eight ten-foot chandeliers. Not a single one.

I think I want to keep bees. Not many. I thought I'd start out with about five. A big one, two medium sized ones, and two little ones. Five. And when I wanted honey in my tea, I could take one of the medium-sized ones out of their little beepartment and squeeze it into my cup. I don't like a lot of honey. One day, I would open the box and instead of five bees, there would be seven. And then I'd have to rethink things.

Now we're watching Identity. It's already kind of scary. What's scarier is that it's almost nine and I'm not entirely sure where Peaches is. She went across the street to have dinner with the neighbors and now it's three hours later and its dark and she's not home. Okay, that's not so much scary as just sort of annoying. She's fine, just as irresponsible as one would expect a 12 year old having a good time to be.

My mommy sent me music for my birthday. The new Patty Griffin cd (YAY!!!) and the one Bexar Bexar I've been wanting. We listened to Bexar Bexar last night before we went to bed, and I cried. I felt like I was drowning, like I was in a blue, blue ocean and all I could see was the dark blue under and the light blue above and nothing could touch me and the world was nowhere near me. It was really, really, really good. She also sent me something from The Shins, of whom I've never heard. We listened to the first five seconds of the first track and decided that it would take some getting used to, and just then was not the time.


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May. 29th, 2004 10:44 pm (UTC)
Ooh, I remember that movie. Beautifully sung, but I kept thinking the heroine looked just like Topo Gigio. Not conducive to effective tragedy.
May. 29th, 2004 10:59 pm (UTC)
Let me just tell you that by the end of the opera, we were both singing "Ooooooooo, why are you still heeeeeeere? Aren't you DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAD yeeeeeeeeeet? I'm going to miss my diiiiiinner reservations, and they are all the way across toooooooooooooooooooooooooooown...." and generally giggling and acting in a way that would be frowned upon had we been at a live opera.

On the plus side, there were no idiots applauding for every bleeding lull in the music, and there was no one with nasal problems that made him sound like a calliope.
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