I didn't know I lived in the tropics. Where are the cabana boys bearing fruity drinks with tiny umbrellas?
Oh, wait--I'm just delirious from all the heat and humidity. Everything in my apartment is covered with a thin sheen of moisture. All my clothes and bedding feel damp. And, one of my refridgerator magnets--it's about the size of a business card and I got it from the vet--is actually curling up at the edges.
Despite this, I have managed to make curtains, unpack most of my boxes, and hang pictures. Life is good. It's hot, but it's good.
I went to see The Brothers Grimm last week. I found out it was directed by Terry Gilliam, and I felt a need to see it. Besides, the movie theater is air conditioned. Though not quite as bizarre as Time Bandits or Baron Munchausen, Grimm certainly had its moments, like moving trees that eat people, and a grandmother toad that gets it on with Matt Damon (errr, sort of). The movie offers a little over two hours worth of entertainment, and I didn't once look at my watch. So, overall, I'd give it a thumbs up, but I'd say it's only worth the price of a matinee.
Last night was a bit of an adventure as well. I went to hang out with Adriel and her two girlfriends, all people I met at Chris' surprise birthday party. Why? you ask. Well, what else am I going to do? And, besides, though I'm not sure I have much in common with them, they're nice. And sometimes, it's good to have an evening with a bunch of girls to commiserate over the state of the world, shopping, and certain aspects of our respective families, all while eating good food and watching sappy movies.
I had a good time, though I'm still not sure what my place is in this group, if I even really have a place in this group of women. Which is not to say that Adriel hasn't made me feel amazingly welcome, or that her two friends haven't been very sweet. It' s just that they spent a large part of the evening planning on how to conceal their alcohol when they went to the Blandford Fair this weekend. Or, how they don't like getting high before driving home because they're terrified a cop will pull them over. Or, how intimidating Home Depot is when you're high. Ummmm . . . . yeah. Since I've never been to the Blandford Fair, I don't know if one needs to be smashed in order to enjoy it, so I really can't say whether this is a good plan or not. And, since driving while under the influence of anything aside from caffeine is a bad idea, I guess I can't fault the logical fear of being pulled over while high or intoxicated. As for going to Home Depot, high or not, that place can be overwhelming, especially when busy.
So, where does that leave me in the grand scheme of things? I suppose I get to fill the role of crime fighting vixen masquerading as sober, detached, spinster English professor. I'm good at playing that role. In the meantime, I'll care for a certain pointy-footed little black dog who likes to bark at my neighbors: roommates Mitsy and Ditzy to my right, and pot-smoking Mr. Weed to my left.
Good dog.
