Last week at work I was talking to a criminal defense lawyer turned path assistant - his time with my group predates my own. He tells cool stories. We were waiting for a frozen. We started on music, and that somehow turned into a David Lynch love fest. While emerging from that mutually beneficial intellectual undertaking, he recommended "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues" directed by Gus Van Sant. I told him I remembered wanting to see it based on the previews but it got such poor ratings I never got around to it. His reply, "Well, the critics often get it wrong. Because most people are stupid. You need to watch it." I did tonight. It was bizarre and amazing. And (surprise) dedicated to my childhood heart throb - River Phoenix.
I'm excited to turn over the call pager tomorrow morning.
I'm closing on a new house Friday. I haven't managed to sell mine yet. Anyone want to buy a house?
I love wearing band t-shirts and frayed, torn jean shorts and edgy snake sandals and bumping into school moms at fancy grocery stores. Will she still allow her kid to play with mine? I think so based on our conversation. Who cares, really.