Grandpa: You are the most beautiful girl in the world.
Olive: You're just saying that.
Grandpa: No! I'm madly in love with you and it's not because of your brains or your personality.
Kirsten and my mission: Find soap *pause* for Erik. I was probably taking the whole thing a little more seriously than I should, and yet... maybe not serious enough. A part of me thinks we should have brought coffee beans and set out some stronger scientific guidelines and ratings. All in all, it was a good excuse to go out with Kirsten and smell things. However, we might have been out of our league - our first stop: Lush. Every thing was very nice including the sales person. We sniffed, talked about soap / product properties, stared at things that looked like cupcakes, and got sparkled. Finally, we decided on three: one with figs, a chocolate based "Heavenly Bodies" that looked good enough to eat with real chocolate shavings, and a spicey "Skinny Dip".
Escaping that cloud without being totally overwhelmed, we headed over to Shoppers Drug Mart for something more affordable. Lots of choices, yet strangely similar. There were blue bottles that smelled blue, and green bottles that smelled green. Quite a few got Kirsten's verification of "Poison!" - including some of those from Axe (Directions [like the commericals] in pictograms: 1. Spray; 2. Be surrounded by women). Verdict: We're getting a headache - onward to Movie Night!
Olive: I'd like to dedicate this to my grandpa, who showed me these moves.
Pageant MC: Aww, that is so sweet. [Audience applauds]
Pageant MC: Is he here? Where's your grandpa right now?
Maybe we should have chosen one like oranges. I peeled one on Erik's counter and everyone seemed more interested in sniffing the peel than the soaps. We started the movie.
Dwayne: [on notepad] Welcome to hell.Frank: Thanks Dwayne. Coming from you that means a lot.
Oh, how we laughed. But in the right places? The family was so messed up. Steph summed mid-movie: the only sane one there was the one who had attempted suicide. There were moments where people treated others awfully, and moments of real decency. Rem had a "wanted to hide behind the couch moment". And, I think in the end we all liked it. Little Miss Sunshine seemed to touch something. I think it might be time to read Nietzsche.
Frank: So, if you sleep until you're 18... Ah, think of the suffering you're gonna miss. I mean high school? High school-those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that.
Finished another book set in New York: Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist (coming to theatres near you). A "he said, she said" narrative of a chance encounter in the music scene, where it seemed like anything could happen in one night. Oh, and with lots of musical references. And endorsement for finding what you need right on the internet. I don't quite believe that being a teenager could be like this. But it's New York, so maybe it is. Just a side I didn't get to see. I think back to the night club we passed, graphitti everywhere, catching my eye as we were raced to find a subway station. A small line-up outside, that would probably only grow as it got darker... and I can imagine him there.
