a perfect evening

so last night i passed up talking with my mom for ben and jerry's no added sugar strawberry "ice cream" and a private screening of what i would say is a seminal movie of our time, a modern-day classic produced at the zenith of eddie's career...coming to america...good god what a film. you can't see stuff like that in theatres anymore. i want to live the 80's all over. but i don't want to be prepubescent, chubby and unpopular with pink tinted glasses and neon tights again. getting back on topic...i'm sure i've told everyone i know about the time i was in the gym and those big black dudes (yes, THOSE GUYS, you know whom i mean) started singing "she's your queen to be" in perfect falsetto and how we shared a cross-cultural moment. of course you've heard that, it's one of my only funny stories so i probably even blogged it when it happened.


and i've been harping all day about my separation anxiety and how it feels like i have a small child in his first day at daycare...steve is getting his tint removed by some dutch dude. isn't that weird?