Yesterday was my mom's birthday so I took the day off from work. Last year we mosied up the California Coast and spent the day in Big Sur (hello: bliss). This year we kept it closer to home not going farther than Arroyo Grande for a movie.
We caught a late-afternoon matinee of Crash and saw all the Star Warsers lined up with their folding chairs and their light sabers. My mom thought this was strange. I thought it looked fun (not for me; for them).
While I'm sure all the talk is going to be about the Revenge of the Sith, I'd like to recommend going to see Crash. Best movie I've seen in months.
- - - -
My mind has been in a nostalgic whirl the last couple of days. I saw Matt, who I mentioned the other day. And that set a reminiscing film reel spinning in my head. It was great to see him.
I love catching up with people from my past. Certain people, anyway. There is a kind of immutable comfortability, inherent in just seeing each other. A complete ease, a kind of lack of self-consciousness. I talked about this last August after my high school reunion. Matt wasn't in my class (in fact, finished his senior year at a different high school) and I hadn't seen him in almost 20 years (we can't quite figure out the last time we saw each other; but it's been 17, 18, 19 years). But it was great to catch up. To hear a voice you remember in your spine or to recognize a chuckle or a certain look. I'm a sucker for that stuff. Also, I love meeting up with old friends and seeing how their lives turned out, hearing about their kids, where they've lived, what they've done. Seeing how they've changed, they've grown, they've triumphed, they've fallen, they've gotten back up... yet through it all — no matter how much they have morphed into their adult self — there are little remnants that linger.
No comments:
Post a Comment