Monday, April 5
Catch-Up 2 (70's Style)
After the non-exertions of last Saturday, I figured that I'd better do something with my life on the Sunday. Did I manage to? Well, sort of.
I did manage to leave the house in the afternoon, but unfortunately (well, ish...) it was only to the pub to watch the Arsenal - Man Utd game on Sky. What an incredible game though!! I know we only got a point out of it (fucking Man Utd), but it was such a great game to watch. i could go off on one and do a big football post, but I'll spare you all from that one. You'll thank me for it, trust me. When I start talking football, I find it difficult to stop. Very difficult.
After that, I rushed through some beans on toast (what? It's an important food group) and then had to practically run to the Tube station, because I was running late to meet Girl in Leicester Square. We were going to see The Passion Of The Christ at a cinema down there, but in the end we changed our minds and decided to watch Starsky & Hutch at the massive Odeon cinema on the Square. That place is so fucking big! And so fucking expensive too!
The film didn't start until a little later, so we killed a couple of hours in Rendevouz, the best cafe in the history of the world ever. It's a little pricey (well, it is on Leicester Square), but the money you pay gets you such lavish and tasty food that you forget just how much of a hole is now left in your wallet. We shared some waffles with ice-cream (*drools at the memory of pistachio ice-cream*) and a couple of hot chocolates, and spent an hour or so just being with each other.
I have to say that I absolutely adore staring into her eyes. I always feel completely at ease in a silence if I happen to be looking into her eyes. It must be connected with what I said in the last post about having a fascination with eyes overall. We seem to have these little moments a lot, where neither of us say anything, but the silence isn't uncomfortable. It's like in Pulp Fiction, where Uma Thurman's character says that little thing about how 2 people can show how comfortable they feel around each other by just "shutting the fuck up". I need to stop watching so many films, they're invading the way I think and write now!
I'm getting a little bored of typing now, so I might just leave it here for now, and do some more catching-up later or tomorrow. Who knows, I might be able by Christmas to write about something that happened that day, rather than a week or so ago! I always feel a little guilty when I get this far behind, because I have nothing new to offer returning readers for a week at a time, and then I smother them with so much writing and activity that it can probably feel quite overwhelming. Also, anything I write of note will get lost amongst the masses of text surrounding it.
Ahh well, it's my own stupid fault for not making the time to write here. It's not as if I don't spend hours in front of the TV or doing fuck-all when I could actually be writing here. Meh, what's to do? I'm going to stop berating myself and go do something else (i.e. nothing) for a while. I swear there's some live water polo to watch on Sky Sports...