Movie week

Hey. I’m back.

This weekend I finally went to see Avatar. The man sitting next to me spent most of the movie sobbing. I couldn’t tell if it was related to the plot, although I’ll admit, I was a bit moved by the plight of the Na’vi as well. But I mean, he was sobbing. It was pretty offputting, to be honest. A man in 3D glasses, just crying his fucking eyes out. And it kind of made me want to cry, too, that and when they shoot down the giant tree and the Na’vi are all freaking out. But I didn’t. I don’t cry at movies.

The week before I went to see Up In The Air, starring George Clooney. It was a tremendous movie, great performances, great script, very insightful and moving, although a very strange one to watch by myself, considering its all about companionship and forming strong relationships and the pitfalls of a solitary, transitory lifestyle. And it really me think about the direction my life was taking. I drank that night.

In between watching these movies, my mother’s best friend passed away. He’d eaten Christmas dinner with us, and then again on my last night in Wichita. He was a very nice guy who didn’t say a whole lot.  He and my mother went to see a lot of movies. Now she’ll be watching movies alone too. Peas in a pod, me and her.

It’s good to be back.

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