It's almost 11 at night on a Sunday, and I have cabin fever. BB and Bunny have a flu bug, so I've been puttering about all day, cleaning a bit, and doing a lot of that hand-on-the-forehead thing mommies do. I don't know what it's supposed to accomplish, but kids like it.
What's open this time of night in the 'burbs? Nothing but bars - the non-glamourous kind, believe me, full of smoke, country music, and patrons racing each other to their goal of death by cirrosis. Heck.
And it doesn't help that I feel like I've been crying all day. First, I finally watched the 150 best ads in the "Bush in 30 Seconds" campaign. Or at least, I watched the first six or seven. They're really good. Each one carries its own unique punch. And they got to me, big time. If I can only handle six or seven of them at a time, it'll take me weeks to see 'em all.
Later, the three of us sat down to watch the movie "Corrina, Corrina". Man, is that a tear-jerker. If anybody can get through even the first 20 minutes with dry eyes, they are not human. In fact, if you yourself are ever acquainted with someone whose humanity is in question - someone (and I give examples for illustrative purposes only) you suspect may be a space alien or a Promisekeeper - put that individual through the "Corrina, Corrina" litmus test to be sure. Day-amn.
Then, just to round out the evening of hilarity, BB and I played yet another episode of "The West Wing". We're working our way through the first season. Every episode absolutely gets to me, pushes all my liberal buttons ... BB says after every single solitary episode, "It gives me hope." I want to reply (and sometimes do), it's just a TV show. It doesn't give you hope, it gives you escape. What's out there, we can't escape from. We can only vote it out and hope the next guys will do better.
Anyway, to sum up: weepy, liberal, not an alien, wishing Barnes and Noble didn't roll up the sidewalk so early, and mentally searching for a good drink and a peer group.
[Geez. It never ends. I just read this excellent, poignant and brilliant letter by the mother of gay man (via the Rev), and the floodgates opened again. Where's that cheerful little sci-fi book I meant to get to? Tonight's the night!]
That letter really got to me. There was debate in the comments whether the letter was genuine or not, but I wonder with many of them whether that really matters. The author makes some excellent points.
West Wing is one of my favorite television series. I would vote for President Bartlett any day. If we can see that that is how the presidency should be, why don't people go for that? Why don't we insist on that?
Happy Memorial Day
Posted by: Alicia | May 31, 2004 at 06:45 AM
Heh heh, Promisekeeper... heh heh
Wish you lived closer. Surely there is a coffeeshop around here that stays open late. We could go paint the town red -- no, not red, brown -- maybe blue?
Posted by: jo | May 31, 2004 at 10:21 AM
That's right, my "red" days are happily behind me. I'd prefer to paint the town a nice burgundy or aubergine. Alicia, you come too.
Posted by: pam | May 31, 2004 at 11:34 AM
You sound like you really need(ed) some cheering up! I'd like to come for coffee, too. Dessert sounds good.
I hate those cryin' days. That's when I lose myself in a good book.
Posted by: Ellen | May 31, 2004 at 11:42 AM
Pull up a chair, Ellen! The barrista will be back in a moment - look, I swiped her pen. :-)
Posted by: pam | May 31, 2004 at 05:20 PM