For my first post in Live Journal (that’s right, I’ve officially caught up with two years ago) I have a decision to make. Do I make this something grand and all encompassing? Do I try to sum up the recent years of my life into a few short paragraphs? Do I summarize my whole life story, starting from that hospital room and the doctor yelling at my mother to push?
I’ve decided to go with option 23, which is to start off like I’ve already been keeping one of these damn things forever and thus there’s no need to go back any further than this past weekend. By the way, am I the only one who feels like Doogie Howser at the end of every episode as I listen to myself narrate these words while typing them? Crazy.
So this weekend I did something I haven’t done in a long time – clothes shopping with my aunts. Now I know this doesn’t sound fun or exciting, but you’ve never been clothes shopping with my aunts. Basically the day consists of my Aunt Ellen finding things for my Aunt Debbie to try on, and Aunt Debbie not liking any of them. Aunt Debbie complains she’s never fashionable. Aunt Ellen explains to Aunt Deb that she is not fashionable because comfort is important to Aunt Deb, and as we all know, what’s fashionable and what’s comfortable usually do not go hand in hand.
Aunt Deb decided she wanted some sort of designer jeans, so we went shopping for them. She tries them on. They’re not comfortable. Yet she tries on a second pair. And third. And fourth. She decides she likes them, then changes her mind. It’s a process. All the while, Aunt Ellen gathers more stuff for her to try on. And my brother and I sit and make dumb jokes. Renee was with us too, but she was trying on some stuff as well, thus missed out on most of the humorous moments, like when Aunt Deb decided to try on the pants with her sneakers (for length reasons), but only one sneaker. I suggested she also do a runway walk while wearing the one shoe, just cause. She did, and I’ll say now what I said then, it was like the Special Olympics Fashion Show. Good times.
That was Saturday. Sunday, Renee and I had our first screening in the New York Film Festival. It keeps occurring to me that this is the third year we’re doing the festival. It is crazy to me thinking that. Our first movie was “The Orphanage,” a horror film of sorts with a great emotional twist. I really liked the film a lot. I’m working on writing a full review of it, so I’ll put that in here when I do. Plus I want to post it on the message board over at JoBlo.com, since in the past when I posted reviews there I received good feedback from other posters reading it.
We also had a film in the festival on Monday. “4 Months, 3 Weeks, And 2 Days,” which won the Palm D’Or at Cannes this year. Good movie, again I will be writing a full review. When it comes to the New York Film Festival, everything we usually see ends up being good to great. And there are seven more movies that we have tickets to.
What was most fun yesterday was going out for dinner before the movie. We went to Porterhouse NY, in the Time Warner building uptown. It is a pretty fancy restaurant, the type we’ve honestly never been to before. I’m talking they dish out your salad for you type of fancy. So Renee and I had a few moments when we weren’t fully sure what to do. Example, the waiter brings us dessert menus. We read them, decide what we want, and sit waiting for him to come back. He passes us like five times without stopping. We panic, try to figure out what we’re doing wrong. We both had our menus open in front of us. Renee suggested maybe they had to be closed. I wasn’t so sure, so I said “you close yours, I’ll leave mine open.” I figured that way we’re covered either way.
Food was great by the by. I had duck. It was the best duck ever. Totally beats out Daffy.