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those little reminders
So in havinga conversation about video rental - I got thinking about my comfort movies. The ones I own, the ones I rent, that make me feel better after fights, sickness, tiredness, stress, breakups etc.
Mine is ON THE TOWN. Watching both Gene Kelly and Frank SInatra look so naive and just happy - I get a dumb ass smile on my face even if I am crying because of other things. I can watch it over and over and it is my happy place.
Then I realized that my #2 choice doesn't work anymore. ROBIN AND THE SEVEN HOODS used to rock my world. Same sort of goofy happy.
Used both of these movies to get me through some hard times post breakup and into a new and emotionally intense relationship. One of those times when friends check out because they feel betrayed by your break up.
But I made the mistake, while ex and I were 'trying to be friends' we went to a campy screening of ROBIN... at the Parkway in Oakland. Drank a couple pitchers of alcoholic cider, laughed and laughed, had a great time - but now - watching the movie, the memories come in and it's not mine anymore. It became another one of those damn 'us' things. And when it's an 'us' that doesn't exist anymore, I feel like another precious thing has been stolen from me. And I didn't even realize that I was handing over my proverbial wallet.
sucks.
but on the town will always be mine.
Mine is ON THE TOWN. Watching both Gene Kelly and Frank SInatra look so naive and just happy - I get a dumb ass smile on my face even if I am crying because of other things. I can watch it over and over and it is my happy place.
Then I realized that my #2 choice doesn't work anymore. ROBIN AND THE SEVEN HOODS used to rock my world. Same sort of goofy happy.
Used both of these movies to get me through some hard times post breakup and into a new and emotionally intense relationship. One of those times when friends check out because they feel betrayed by your break up.
But I made the mistake, while ex and I were 'trying to be friends' we went to a campy screening of ROBIN... at the Parkway in Oakland. Drank a couple pitchers of alcoholic cider, laughed and laughed, had a great time - but now - watching the movie, the memories come in and it's not mine anymore. It became another one of those damn 'us' things. And when it's an 'us' that doesn't exist anymore, I feel like another precious thing has been stolen from me. And I didn't even realize that I was handing over my proverbial wallet.
sucks.
but on the town will always be mine.
Auntie Mame
always works for me.
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(I met a woman once who had only ever seen the LB musical version. She loved it. I felt pity for her.)
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c u then!
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tanx
xoxo
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it's right up there too
though a little dark to induce the happy place