Tonight Jim and I are having my (still to be made) homemade pizza and watching at least part of the Academy Awards. One year, recently, I had two girlfriends over to our mainly open loft and we (totally out of character) reviewed the red carpet and event while Jim slept a few feet away. I miss you, gals!
Jim’ll go to sleep again tonight but perhaps he’ll set me up with headphones. Yesterday I finished reading Crazy Heart, and am glad I saw the film first. It’s interesting that we lived a few blocks from where the fictitious Bad Blake lived in Houston, and his recollection of the skyline is fresh in my mind as if we were still there. Also the tunnels, the fictional Blake should have talked to me because I hate those things. I don’t care if they’re air-conditioned, even if it’s 100 degrees I walk above the surface because I know the restaurant is on the corner of Dallas and Fannin or wherever.
Best of luck to everyone tonight, especially Jeff Bridges. Cheers, Dee
