neun.vierzehn

Yesterday Al came over randomly--a joy in and of itself--and eventually informed us of her desire to "watch Donnie Darko and drink wine" that evening. Donnie Darko is a movie I've heard a lot about but never seen--despite soltice and ismelljello's intentions of making me watch it (back when they lived in Morris ... those were the days).

I've heard vague but interesting things about the movie, and Al kept saying it was the kind of movie during which drinking wine would be good, which is also intriguing to me.

So the three of us went to Glenwood--to The Grog Shop, a name we love--and Al bought some roset. Sarah bought some Smirnoff Ice. I didn't buy anything. On the way back, it occurred to us that my and Sarah's work schedules for the evening were completely incompatible, and that, while we might have time to watch the movie before Sarah went to work if we started it immediately upon our return, as Al pointed out, "I can't drink wine at 3:15 in the afternoon!"

So we ended up watching it without Sarah, but it was still great fun. I liked the wine, I really liked the movie. And I really liked the idea of watching Donnie Darko and drinking wine. It was beautiful.

Who would laugh at Sarah?

My roommate talking to her sister:

"Because cigarettes are bad and you shouldn't drink them. Eat them."

[pause; she's on the phone, and pauses are natural]

"I said 'drink' instead of 'eat' them.'"

[pause]

"Oh God, 'eat'! I mean, 'smoke'! No wonder she laughs at me!"