post v-day
so much sugar yesterday. i was a happy girl. selling all them roses from 12:30 to 5 (and buying and distributing a few) tired me out, as did realizing i’d missed my boy’s happy v-day call from across the pond, but chipper k-ross showed up, matching me in crimsonness — i was arrayed in pink skirt, red t-shirt and red sweatshirt; he in red pants, red polo shirt, and pink jacket — and offering himself as my date for the evening.
at dinner, we witnessed a graphic reenactment of the valentines day massacre and, as i mentioned, ate so much sugar. if it were a choice between sugar and meat, i’d give up meat in a heartbeat. it helps that i’m vegetarian. but if it were a choice between sugar and film theory, i’d give up film theory! between sugar and beer, i’d give up beer! i’d give up mice, the 29th of february, and the british legal system for the icing off another cupcake. witness my resolve.
a choice between sugar and movies, though, that would be difficult. last night, after an exciting if neverending several hours of poker, i finally watched american splendor, the year’s most egregious oscar snub for direction if nothing else. this afternoon, i finally watched witness for the prosecution. both movies have layers; i love layers.