January 3rd, 2002.
Thursday
I had a fairly shitty day yesterday, and I woke up in the same rotten mood I went to bed with. It was just a particularly bad day at the office. I hate complaing about office gloom and doom, because it just makes me feel worse. So we won't discuss it. Things looked to pick up in the early afternoon when I made plans to go see Amelie, a movie I'd been wanting to see for quite some time. Rodzilla'd called and we said we'd meet for the 6:35 show at the Angelika on Houston. So I asked her if she could get there by six and buy the tickets, because I wouldn't get out of work till around then and I wanted to get good seats. My main problem with the Angelika its very small, narrow theatres. It would be fine in most respects, except that they show a lot of foreign movies, so if you have to read subtitles you're often sitting very far away. Anyway, I left the office in a crappy mood, after trying unsuccessfully to complete my task for the day, around 6. Rodzilla called around then saying she was just leaving for the theatre. I said fine, get the tickets, and we'll meet outside as planned. So I get there relatively quickly, and wait. After 20 minutes or so, I'm really getting pissed off. It always seems to happen like this. I rush off to meet her, and end up waiting. Of course, I'm so conscious about punctuality because I have a history of tardiness. Anyway, around 6:30, five minutes before the movie, I'm getting ready to leave. It was cold, all the good seats were going to be taken, and even if we went in I'd be in a pissed off mood the whole time. So then I get a call from Rodzilla. She says "Are you coming?" And I said "I'm here. Where are you?" And she said "I've been waiting inside." I hang up, go in, and find her sitting on the bench behind the ticket booths. I'd ventured inside a few minutes earlier, but of course she was sitting in the one place I didn't look. The point is she shouldn't have been inside anyway. I said "Didn't we say we'd meet outside!?" I was cold and angry and feeling quite indignant. And she says "Well, yeah, but that didn't seem to make any sense. It's cold outside." No shit. So that pissed me off. A shitty day at work, which I didn't want to talk about, then my cd player won't work, then standing in the cold for half an hour. Without so much as an apology. Just "that didn't make any sense."So then we saw the movie. As predicted, we had to sit way in the back. Which was fine for Rodzilla, being fluent in French. Still angry at this point. But it ended up not being a problem, and the film was wonderful. two minutes into it, I wasn't mad at anything or anyone at all, just engrossed in the film. Whenever I see a movie like this and like it so much, I always wonder if it's actually a really good film, or if I'm too influenced by the fact that: a) it's a well-reviewed foreign film, and b) the French girl couldn't be more attractive. So considering those two things- The fact that it's well-reviewed doesn't make me like it anymore. Though it makes me predisposed to look less critically. But I'm that way with almost every movie. And about the girl, her being cute is a big part of her performance. So all in all, everything worked great. There was a scene in the movie of a man tearing apart a roasted chicken, and for the rest of the evening I had a hankering for a whole roasted chicken with potatos and string beans. I thought about going up to French Roast on 6th ave or something, but thought better of it. Anyway, a fine movie.
Before the movie and throughout the movie, Rodzilla had wanted to go out for a drink, but in the end decided to go home. So I got on the train, and resumed my bad mood. I'm not sure why I was feeling angry. But I was. So the movie put me in a good mood, but it ended up being only a two-hour respite from crankiness. Though right now, I could really use a two-hour respite. By the way, "respite" is one of those words I write but never say. Anyway, I've been having a really shitty week at the office, which is pretty good work considering the work week is only two days old, and this little annoyance is just the crap icing on the shit cake.
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