Happy Valentine's Day with a little help from The Little River Band
Tonight I celebrated Valentine's day with a z-pac and and movie. My doctor tells me I'm nursing a sinus infection, which I accidentally called a sinus affection today. It feels like it has a deep affection for me because it's been visiting me once a month since November. Hence, the trip to Duane Reade to get my antibiotics along with some t.p. Then I decided to take myself (yes just me, myself, and I) to one of my favorite neighborhood places, Zanny's Cafe, to see a viewing of Two for the Road, starring Audrey Hepburn and Albert Finney. As I was walking through the snow with my giant Duane Reade bag (because one needs a shopping bag for 2 items), the lyrics to Lonesome Loser popped into my head...Have you heard about the lonesome loser Beaten by the queen of hearts everytime Have you heard about the lonesome loser He's a loser but he still keeps on tryin'. I haven't thought of that song since 1979.
I'm fine with going to places by myself, I even enjoy it sometimes. I wish people would stop asking me, "What are you doing for Valentine's day...any special plans?" Although, to me this was a special plan and I was looking forward to it. At least I didn't get a condescending phone call from a non single friend this time, saying, "How are ya doin? I know this day can be a tough one." Actually, I was just fine until you called. It's not a tough one for me, it's the 14th day of every other month that sucks.
So I get to Zanny's and I run into some friends of mine (who are a couple) and hope that they don't remember that the last time they saw me I was by myself. The time before that I invited them to a show. I was all proud of myself that I chose to not go solo this time and ask some people to join me. On my way down in the cab I called them because I was running late.
He said, "Who are you with?"
"Just the cab driver", I said.
"Oh I thought you were bringing someone", he replied.
Oops, I thought. Have I created an awkward situation for them? It wasn't my intention to feel like a third wheel or to send some wierd kind of message. I'm going to invite them to a party next month. God willing some people will show up and it won't just be me when they arrive. I swear I have friends!
Now the song lonesome loser (if you look at the lyrics carefully, like I just did when I googled them) seems to be about someone with a gambling problem, which I don't have. Although, I am addicted to Solitaire. Love is a gamble right? Well, I was taking a gamble on seeing a movie about love and marriage by myself. I wasn't really by myself, I had my z-pac, a cup of joe, and a man in front of me offered me a chocolate covered pretzel.
The movie began and I put my hand on my knee. Audrey Hepburn is always captivating to watch and I've never seen a young Albert Finney. It's fun to watch a movie from the 60's with a group of people you don't know in 2007. In one scene a flight attendant was offering cigarettes on the plane. But, my favorite line was when they were on a road trip in France with another couple and their bratty daughter. "Did you remember to bring the anti-snake serum?", Harry, the anal husband who gives praise to analysis, asks his wife. It was very enjoyable and I recommend it.
All in all, it was a good day. That movie at an intimate cafe with neighbors was a splendid way to celebrate any day. It was kind of cozy really with the steam covered windows and the snow on the ground outside. And at the end of the day I don't feel lonesome or like a loser.
I'm fine with going to places by myself, I even enjoy it sometimes. I wish people would stop asking me, "What are you doing for Valentine's day...any special plans?" Although, to me this was a special plan and I was looking forward to it. At least I didn't get a condescending phone call from a non single friend this time, saying, "How are ya doin? I know this day can be a tough one." Actually, I was just fine until you called. It's not a tough one for me, it's the 14th day of every other month that sucks.
So I get to Zanny's and I run into some friends of mine (who are a couple) and hope that they don't remember that the last time they saw me I was by myself. The time before that I invited them to a show. I was all proud of myself that I chose to not go solo this time and ask some people to join me. On my way down in the cab I called them because I was running late.
He said, "Who are you with?"
"Just the cab driver", I said.
"Oh I thought you were bringing someone", he replied.
Oops, I thought. Have I created an awkward situation for them? It wasn't my intention to feel like a third wheel or to send some wierd kind of message. I'm going to invite them to a party next month. God willing some people will show up and it won't just be me when they arrive. I swear I have friends!
Now the song lonesome loser (if you look at the lyrics carefully, like I just did when I googled them) seems to be about someone with a gambling problem, which I don't have. Although, I am addicted to Solitaire. Love is a gamble right? Well, I was taking a gamble on seeing a movie about love and marriage by myself. I wasn't really by myself, I had my z-pac, a cup of joe, and a man in front of me offered me a chocolate covered pretzel.
The movie began and I put my hand on my knee. Audrey Hepburn is always captivating to watch and I've never seen a young Albert Finney. It's fun to watch a movie from the 60's with a group of people you don't know in 2007. In one scene a flight attendant was offering cigarettes on the plane. But, my favorite line was when they were on a road trip in France with another couple and their bratty daughter. "Did you remember to bring the anti-snake serum?", Harry, the anal husband who gives praise to analysis, asks his wife. It was very enjoyable and I recommend it.
All in all, it was a good day. That movie at an intimate cafe with neighbors was a splendid way to celebrate any day. It was kind of cozy really with the steam covered windows and the snow on the ground outside. And at the end of the day I don't feel lonesome or like a loser.
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