Look up at the good parts.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 0 comments link this postI read my friend Sarah's blog post with slight amusement, only because I know her and because the two lists she ends up making in the post are spot-on.
Bar hopping.
Cigarette smoke.
Chit-chat.
Kill me now.
Sarah and I used to hang out in college. We'd spend at least one afternoon/evening a week at Sarah's house watching Pride and Prejudice (the six-hour version), she working on her zinc plates for printmaking, and I drawing in my sketchbook. We'd watched that movie so much that it would just sort of run in the background, memorized, and then we'd both look up, almost synchronized, at "the good parts."
The funny lines. ("Let's hear no more of his partners! Would he had sprained his ankle in the first dance!")
The dance scenes.
The witty barbs from Miss Elizabeth Bennett.
Anything with Mr. Darcy (Colin Firth).
That was what a wild, fun and crazy evening was for me. I can't speak for Sarah, but I haven't changed much. An evening out at a restaurant with anyone short of close friends sounds like torture. It had better, at the end, at least include desert, preferably cake*.
I don't know.
I feel like keeping on doing what I keep on doing in life, and only looking up for the good parts.
* I. Love. Cake. I do.
Labels: friends, movies, my life, relationships
Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 5/04/2008 07:05:00 PM
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