We hosted a farewell party last night for our friends Mark and Beth who will soon be departing for points north and embarking on a new life as a married couple with new careers to boot. It’s an exciting, and also sad time for them and all of us. Saying good-bye is never easy, especially when you must say good-bye to people so close to your heart and so dear to the community. There were a few vah-klempt moments.
The New Year won’t quite be the same without our friends and neighbors just across the alley. And while we can always send them an e-mail, there’ll be no more spur-of-the moment Sunday night dinners. They’ll only be a phone call away, but we won’t be seeing them escorting Rudy and Santina on their nightly walks. We can always make plans to see each other, but we won’t be the lucky beneficiaries of Beth’s homemade (and home grown) cherry pie handed to us across the back fence.
The arts community will go on, but it will always be missing one very tall, very gruff bastard and his girl.
And so will we.
(Sadly, once again, my camera wasn't up to the occassion. I suppose technically, one can only capture so much in such dim light. There was actually mostly only candle light and a few Christmas lights. And I was too busy to focus on pictures as much as I would have liked.)
Here's a better picture that I posted earlier taken at the wedding reception.
Ah...better.
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As for the rest of the weekend, saw King Kong AGAIN. Still pretty much fun the second time around. Also, “Kiss Kiss Bang Bang” at the MAC. Robert Downey Jr. is funny as ever. I don’t have the energy for a full review, but definitely thumbs up. Best line of the movie (from Val Kilmer):
“I shot him with a small revolver. I keep it in my balls.”
Oh, ALSO, while we're on the subject of "bangs", my bangs are (at least partially) BACK..woohoo! I have been informed by Satan that, since I’ve had the audacity to re-bang myself against his wishes, he will be purchasing a large suitcase for me for Christmas into which I’m to load up all my belongings prior to taking permanent leave of the premises. Which, you know on the face of it, that’s preposterous. Because if I WERE leaving? I’d need a MUCH BIGGER container than a suitcase in which to haul away everything that belongs to me. (Namely, everything.)
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By popular demand, a recent chat with Satan:
ME
(shouting from one room to the other) Hey…would you marry me again?
SATAN
(faintly) What?
ME
I say would you MARRY ME AGAIN?
SATAN
(faintly still) Are you kidding?
ME
No…you would, right?
SATAN
Hell no.
ME
Oh, ‘cmon.
SATAN
(laughs)
ME
(walking into the room he’s in) So, you’re saying you wouldn’t?
SATAN
Ask me if I’d marry anybody again.
ME
But we’re not talking about anybody. We’re talking about ME.
SATAN
Seriously. No.
ME
(beginning to sniffle) So…you wouldn’t marry me again?
SATAN
(walks over. Sighs.)
ME
(more sniffling). So, I guess that’s no then.
SATAN
(sighs again. Hands on hips.). Okay, YES. Yes, I’d marry you again.
ME
(brightening suddenly) I know.
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And one final bit of information. Satan is threatening to get HIS OWN blog in which he would dispute my 100% true and accurate depiction of our lives. Of course being the creative one in the family I had to feed him his blog name, “Satan Says” (cute, huh?) which he has now latched onto, proclaiming to anyone in the vicinity his plans for "Satan Says". Actually, I really don’t think he has the time. But in case he does? I say bring it, suckah!
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