monday june 3 2002 | 1:53 a.m.
1. i watched vanilla sky for the second time last week and it was, if not more so than the first time around, brilliant. it blows my mind, all the detractors, this naive throwing up of hands after some kind of cohesive thread fails to be handed to them. i swear that one of these days i'm going to type up my own small vanilla sky manifesto in here. it's one of the greatest films i've ever seen in my life. i knew cameron crowe had it in him.
2. i have the day off tomorrow, for the first time in four nights, all of which i've spent at work, closing. the small respite will be used entirely to send out job applications. and that's it, damnit.
3. j and i have somehow uncovered a bond we were totally oblivious to for the years that we've barely known each other. he picked me up from work last night and we went to poplife, where we got a little drunk and danced for three and a half hours straight -- no trip to the bathroom, no break to get water, nothing. i must've been going on pure adrenaline (and some long island iced teas), because i'd been running around at work from four pm till after midnight.
4. i felt fucking alive. we were madmen, all of us on the dance floor, happy idiots, or idiot savants, or just plain bodies. it was beautiful. after we left j and i sat in his car and reclined the seats and kissed and talked until well into the early morning, post-sunrise. it felt unnatural to kiss someone who was not scott. when did i start to get so comfortable with him? either way, the night with j was the night with j. it was perfect the way it was. i was exhilerated, jumping-out-of-my-skin happy the entire time, and i can't remember ever feeling like that.
5. when i got home at quarter of eight in the morning, my father was freshly woken up, watching the first of several world cup games du jour on tv. it's gonna be a long, goal-filled few weeks in the katpowah household.
6. people really will surprise you. it's uncanny. just as you're getting ready to give up, say fuckit . . . funny, that.
7. dana figured out a way to control the evil book-destroying children in the kids' section at work. all it takes is -- i shit you not -- the bribe of a sticker. she tells them that if they only take out two books at a time from the shelves, and then look at them quietly and put them back, they get a sticker. it was like music for the little beasts: her section was spotless today. strange little creatures, kids. dana is the bomb.
8. speaking of children, i'm going to be an auntie sometime next winter. patrick and tatiana are pregnant, did i mention that already? i've started devising lists of books to get my niece or nephew, kind of like professors will doodle out their fantasy-course book lists and syllabi. poor future kid! i just can't wait to meet her. or him. the wedding's sometime this summer in the dominican republic, everything willing. unbelievable. patrick's going to be a dad, a family man. events keep getting curiouser and curiouser.
9. i want to relocate. got any leads? (but will NOT go back to retail.)
10. bed.
