A Few Notes on My Weekend
1. While originally intended to be a party of multiple members of an older generation and multiple members of a younger generation, Friday night ended up being just me and Kristina – so, at least we got one representative from each generation – since the Rebeccas were both busy, as was the Christine, the Courtney, and the Bonnie. Anyway, the purpose and intention of this gathering was to introduce the wonders of Newsies to the younger generation. Kristina, born in the year the film was released (oh, goodness I’m old!) had never seen the movie. As a girl who spent many, many hours of my teen years watching Christian Bale and David Moscow singing and dancing their way through the streets of New York (or, at least, Disney’s version of the streets of New York), I felt it was my civil responsibility to correct the egregious error of Newsies omission in Kristina’s education.
She liked it. My favorite moment of the evening: after telling me that she’d just recently seen The Dark Knight with her brother and his girlfriend, Kristina began to examine the Newsies DVD case. She pointed to a picture of Jack and said, “Who is this actor? He looks familiar.” My reply: “Um, well, that’s Batman. Much younger.”
2. Friday morning when I got to work at five AM, it was thirty-five degrees outside. By noon on Saturday, it was ninety. This weekend, when I wasn’t working, I spent time in front of fans and finding new things to freeze in my freezer.
3. Last weekend I mentioned to mi madre that I’d love to have some of the Tupperware popsicle forms that we had when I was growing up. She went to the basement, pulled out her two sets, and handed them to me. Thrilled, I packed them up and brought them back to Philly. I was not expecting to use them quite this soon, but I was glad to have them yesterday afternoon when I had apples to use up before they went bad, so I quickly made applesauce and then filled the popsicle forms with it. I’ve been eating applesauce pops for a day…they’re delicious.
4. So far, with the applesauce pops, tank tops and shorts, the fans, and the shades down at every sunny window, I’ve managed to remain at a decent body temperature these past few days. However, I’m looking forward to Wednesday when the high is supposed to be sixty-eight.
And looking forward:
5. Tonight is Chuck’s season finale. I live in fear that it will not be renewed. If that is the case, I will weep. Okay, maybe not weep, but definitely be sad. That said, I’ve decided that I would totally hire Zachary Levi to be in my coffeshop sitcom, if only just to hang out with him, ’cause he seems pretty cool.
