Thank you all for being nice to me yesterday. What would I do without my nice commenters? It's like I have my own Greek chorus.
In the meantime, I want to cut off all my hair. Which I always want to do when fall is approaching and do not ask me why. Maybe my mother used to get me school haircuts. Do I know?
In the neighborhood where I work, I am right near the arts district. It's really cool. Sometimes at lunch I go walking around and visit galleries and little shops and drink pretentious coffee and such, and I was doing so yesterday (I had a brown-sugar latte. hello.) when I noticed there was a movie playing that looked good.
I called Marvin at his pressing job at the beach. "There's a movie about Coco Chanel's supposed affair with Stavinsky playing tonight near work. Do you want to come down here and see it?"
This is the good thing about Marvin. He will always go see movies like that, particularly if he thinks there will be a lot of booty in them, which there was.
We had dinner there first, and when I left my office to walk down to meet him, there was a huge concert going on in the backyard of my building. All the streets were closed off and there was all sorts of crap going on around the neighborhood. I had forgotten it was First Friday. So after dinner, Marvin and I stood and watched these street performers.
It was this man and woman who had long, lean muscles, much like Marvin and me. They were barely dressed, and they kept climbing over each other. First the woman would pick up the man, then vice versa, then she'd lie on him in some gymnastic way and he'd balance her, and vice versa. "He's got his harble right up in her face," Marvin said.
They kept getting boxes and going higher and higher off the ground. The man was shaking. "Are you grimacing, then?" Marvin asked me. I hadn't even realized I was, but I had to leave. I did not want to watch either of their medulla oblongatas spill onto the street before terrified onlookers. Oh, it was tense.
At any rate, eventually our movie began and is there anyone more stunning than Coco Chanel when she was young? Yes. The actress who PLAYED Coco Chanel. That's who. Anyway, she had a cute 1920s bob and it looked good while she continuously humped Igor Stravinsky WHILE HIS WIFE WAS IN THE HOUSE and the whole thing made me as nervous as those gymnasts on the street.
Anyway here's her hair.
"I eem loooking at youuu eveeen though your wyyyyfe ees in the next rum. Let's do eet."
Her hair looks a little Miss Jane on the Beverly Hillbillies in this photo, but trust me it was cute in the movie.
"Let us lean agaysnt a Kleenex box and do eet. Whar ees your wyfe? Who carrs."
Should I have an affair with Igor Stravinsky? Should I cut my hair? Should I get this wallpaper? Do tell.
Don't forget to join me tomorrow for book club at 7 p.m. my time. In case you do not know what "my time" is, and could I be more self-centered, that would be Eastern time. We read Breakfast with Buddha. I know I never updated Mince Words with June to say this. Have you met me?
Oh, and comment of the week goes to Carla talking about her husband and Igor Stravinsky wanting to have sex all the time. Click This Week's Special to see.