I did a couple of fun things this weekend. Fun as in my kind of fun, it could have been ultimate kind of fun but overall I thank God and shall rate this weekend's enjoyment a 7 out of a 10.
On Friday, I worked till about 10pm and came home exhausted, so there went my Friday night enjoyment. I would have been very mad like I always am when my plans are dashed, but I just love to work some of the time now. It keeps my mind off thinking, and soliloquizing and feeling restricted which I seem to be preoccupied with once there is a moment's stillness.
I had earlier planned on seeing The Bourne Identity immediately after work on Friday. Taking myself out to a late dinner and then off to the movie, but then work came up so I had to shift the movie to the next day...which I did. It was fantastic. It was the kind of action I had wished Tobey Maguire had done in Spiderman, but I guess superheroes don't throw punches that swift and sexy.
On Sunday, I caught a late flick at the dollar theater, which seems to be my favourite pastime this time around. Last week, I caught Angelina Jolie in Life or Something Like It which was so amazing I wondered why I hadn't seen it earlier. Then, yesterday I saw Murder By Numbers and thanked God I hadn't seen it earlier. Some movies are best caught at 99cents than at $8, trust me.
The ingredient that made this weekend so much fun for me was the fact that I was able to grab as much "me" time as possible to keep me entertained and quiet. For weeks now, I had noticed that I had considerably stopped consuming all the niceties which made me who I am: The Internet, building my website, writing, my online journal, reading my magazine subscriptions, watching movies on TV, and just a general complexity of my being had been dashed in exchange for dining out, enjoying food made by others, and of course the occasional late flick at the dollar theater. These are all well and good but my intellectual self is being compromised for a free form of enjoyment and it just gets me asking inside that is this the formal demise of my brain?
Anyway, to top off the weekend, on Sunday evening, while I was gorging some ice cream by myself outside our local Brusters, a cute boy of about 3 or so years old, remarked that I was a cool lady. His mum inquired as to what made me cool or was he just trying to get fresh with me.
He replied, "She's cool (in) that she's very pretty."
I smirked and replied to the lovely young man whom I think has very good taste, "Thank you. Thank you very much."
I hope the week has a lot of "cool" things in store for me too.
This morning, I woke up and cracked my Jill Scott CD that was my favourite from this time last year, and the good memories it revived in me just made me seem so much cooler.
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