BENJI IS HOME FROM TOBAGO!!!
This is excellent news. I have been growing increasingly more impatient, and this last week was actually starting to wonder if he had been eaten by a creepy horrible sea creature.
But he's safe and sound and jet-lagged and infinitely more experienced, cultured, and smart than me. Still. Jerk.
As for me...
This weekend was interesting...good overall. Filled with culture! That's how I like my weekends.
Saw Tempest Deconstructed on Friday and enjoyed it thoroughly...classic Big Steven Breese. And how can you not love Flying Carol Wilson and half the cast done up in body paint? Very cool.
It was also kind of hard Friday night. I'm good at being alone, I enjoy being alone. I can entertain myself just fine and I really like my current little routine. When I'm alone, it's easier to understand logically how I'm growing apart from my friends and how my CNU chapter o'life is over. I still love my friends and treasure any time I get to spend with them. I totally understand our insane schedules, and I remember how crazy things were for me when I was in school and had to schedule every single second of my day. But when I'm actually there and seeing people and feeling distant...it's a lot harder. Just when I think I'm "above" loneliness or "over" the loss of certain things, I'm reminded that I'm just not.
Anyway. The night ended well enough. I accompanied much of the cast/crew to Cheeseburger and Carol and I graced the world once again with
Saturday I was feeling kind of like crap. I'd been trying to deny it all week, but I was all stuffy and bleh. I had also agreed to puppy-sit Beauregard for my mom, so off to Richmond I went in my pajamas accompanied by Kleenex and DVD's. I finally, finally watched Martin Scorsese's documentary on my boyfriend Bob Dylan - No Direction Home - and it was so amazing. Well, I actually just watched the first part because it's really long and I wanted to spread the joy some. And I am so excited to see the second part. I just love and admire that man so much and I'm so fascinated by that point in American/artistic history.
...which is why I also finally, finally saw Across the Universe yesterday morning! Hooray! I loved it. In terms of Taymor's work, it wasn't my favorite, and the movie did have some storytelling/character development flaws, but as the New York Times said..."...I realized that falling in love with a movie is like falling in love with another person. Imperfections, however glaring, become endearing quirks once you've tumbled." For me, that statement more accurately applies to other films and such rather than this one, but the sentiment remains the same. I loved this movie because I love The Beatles, I love Julie Taymor (and the two are an absolute match made in artistic heaven), and Jim Sturgess and Joe Anderson were fantastic.
I've also been continuing the quest to read and write as much as I can...some days are more successful than others.
As far as the gym goes, I didn't go at all this weekend. Le sigh. But I couldn't help being sick. Today will mark my truimphant return, even though there is overwhelming temptation to skip, because...
Katie Parker's coming over tonight! Finally, for what feels like the first time since New York, we're going to spend an evening together! I think the beautiful and amazing Lauren Angwin is coming over with her, which can only mean delicious food and the best laugh known to mankind. I'm entirely too excited about this. I think that's one of the best parts of going from a near communal lifestyle where your friends/colleagues are constantly surrounding you to a monkish, loner lifestyle...you appreciate your friends' presence 1,000 times more.
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