Last night, after a long, leisurely day spent in my cozy apartment, I headed out to watch Lost at Lean’s. After cleaning several metric tons of snow off my car, I wondered if I’d end up stuck in my parking spot because of all the mess. I’d just begun the time-honored process of lurching the car back and forth when a sweet guy (carrying Twizzlers) came along and pushed me out with a hardy heave-ho. I rolled down my window and thanked him profusely, to which he responded with a friendly wave and “Any time!” For a few shining moments, my faith in the good of humanity was restored. Thank you Twizzlers guy!
My Snow Day was a ball. I finally took down my Christmas tree (zip the lip) and more importantly, I organized my hair accessories, opting to pitch some heinous butterfly clips I don’t know why I ever kept.
Lean and I also watched Gosford Park, which I loved. A dashing, young Clive Owen? YES, PLEASE! The similarities and differences between the cultures of well-heeled Brits and their servant-folk were fascinating. I loved all the 30s hair and music too.
P.S. If you watched Lost last night, what did you think?