Flowers and sex and love
Oct. 17th, 2003 10:18 pm"Orchids are the sexiset flower," Meryl Streep told Jenn and I tonight (Jenn hadn't seen Adaptation before, and I hadn't seen the second half of it since I bought the DVD). "The word 'orchid' comes from the Latin orchus, which means testicle."
"Oh, yeah, that's what I think of when I see it," Jenn said to the ghost orchid we saw on the screen.
"Yeah, really," I agreed. "It doesn't look like a testicle!"
"More like ... a vagina!"
"That does not look like a vagina!"
"Some of them do!" she asserted.
"Bah," was my witty reply.
Much later in the movie, Nicolas Cage said, "You are what you love. Not what loves you." So, after a small silence, I said quietly, "I am cherry Coke!" I almost felt bad, because I actually really liked that line the first time I saw the movie, but I'd just been sitting still too long and was starting to get silly.
"Yeah ... " Jenn said. "I'd be chocolate things. And chocolate stuff. Everything!"
"And pizza."
"And underwear! I'd be underwear."
"I'd be waffles."
"Belgian waffles ... with strawberries ... and syrup."
"And whipped cream!"
It took us a while to get to anything we love that isn't food. We are each several kinds of food, and one boy. We suppose we love one boy each, her Josh and my Matthew. We don't know if we want to be them, though. But we're both pretty sure that we don't want the other to be her respective boy. Maybe we'll just stick with loving food.
"Oh, yeah, that's what I think of when I see it," Jenn said to the ghost orchid we saw on the screen.
"Yeah, really," I agreed. "It doesn't look like a testicle!"
"More like ... a vagina!"
"That does not look like a vagina!"
"Some of them do!" she asserted.
"Bah," was my witty reply.
Much later in the movie, Nicolas Cage said, "You are what you love. Not what loves you." So, after a small silence, I said quietly, "I am cherry Coke!" I almost felt bad, because I actually really liked that line the first time I saw the movie, but I'd just been sitting still too long and was starting to get silly.
"Yeah ... " Jenn said. "I'd be chocolate things. And chocolate stuff. Everything!"
"And pizza."
"And underwear! I'd be underwear."
"I'd be waffles."
"Belgian waffles ... with strawberries ... and syrup."
"And whipped cream!"
It took us a while to get to anything we love that isn't food. We are each several kinds of food, and one boy. We suppose we love one boy each, her Josh and my Matthew. We don't know if we want to be them, though. But we're both pretty sure that we don't want the other to be her respective boy. Maybe we'll just stick with loving food.
Underwear is food?
Date: 2003-10-17 09:29 pm (UTC)Re: Underwear is food?
Date: 2003-10-17 10:01 pm (UTC)I actually don't remember most of the things we listed off at first, so I just wrote down what I do remember, which was mostly toward the end of our ravings. And I do remember Jenn commenting that they were all food itmes, which, for a while, they were.
Besides, Jenn was the one who said underwear! (Jenn really does love underwear; me, I think I've determined that I don't really care what I'm wearing unless it's more than one layer at a time.) And of all the friends I have, Jenn's probably most likely to have edible underwear ...
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Date: 2003-10-17 10:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-10-18 01:25 am (UTC)i want to turn into a hummingbird and go back there and have lots of fun...
that would be sexy, with or without underwear...