Lately I have found myself overwhelmingly caught up in the responsible decisions of life. How much could we sell our apartment for? If it sells, where should we live? Do we move back to the east coast or stay where the palm trees grow?
When this happens my head starts to spin, it gets harder to breathe and my usual fun-loving self is cast very far away.
Sometimes my hubbie and I will light candles, play Norah Jones and slow dance in our living room. As we turn in circles, my dog trails us from the side, his tail wagging the whole time. We no longer remember the waltz steps that we debut on our wedding night, but we are in synch.
I don’t know where we will end up in life, but I do know that if we get there together we will be ok. Tonight I was finally able to cast worry aside. I realized that it is not the location of the living room that will make me happy, it is the person that is twirling me around it.
Last night we ventured to a fantastic, yet slightly morbid, event – the Hollywood Forever Cemetery movie screening. The venue attracts thousands of tourists every year, each vying for a glimpse of its high profile clientele. Not the type of star sightings I would prefer, but at least these celebs don’t run when you snap a pic.
As we were walking to the movie site my friend (hi Kim) spotted a six foot hole with a casket about to be lowered into the ground. Chilling. Otherwise, it was surprisingly easy to adapt to the surroundings once wine and Milk Duds were in hand.
The movie was Sixteen Candles – a timeless Ringwald. This genre (i.e., Pretty in Pink, Say Anything) always stirs us adolescent nostalgia for me. Aaaah…the exquisite pain of being in love. The feeling that your heart may burst if he doesn’t call. The fear that you may actually die when the breakup happens. The enviable innocence of having a complete lack of perspective. While I would never go back, sometimes I can’t help but to miss the days before I knew what a self defense mechanism was.
If you haven’t seen this movie in awhile go rent it. At the very least, it is worth a laugh.
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