inklingfair Friday. Ludos turned into the scene of yet another fun and vitriol-filled clash of wills (fun-filled due mojitos, vitriol fueled by a busted laptop charger, long story). The conclusion being: we will never eat at Ludos again, and we did not watch Doctor Who that night.
The next day I lazed around in bed, read Watchmen, and of course I cried when Dr. Manhattan told Laurie to dry her tears. The trip to the laptop repair shop was a total waste of time (well, I thought so that afternoon), but wandering around Berkeley Square, I found a really nice dermatologist plus a MediCard dental clinic. Campion’s The Piano screenplay and Letters to Sherlock Holmes turned up after an hour’s hunt in Books for Less, so it wasn’t so bad.
Went home exhausted and just the slightest bit cheered up. It was only much later, when Tim turned up at the door past midnight with 7-11 burritos that things began to look up: big hugs, Sherlock fangirls and fanboys, plans to make up for a lost Friday night.
Sunday was much, much better. We had a hearty Italian lunch at Bigoli in Trinoma, then some dark chocolate, green tea, and milk-and-cheese gelato. Booksale: Tim got Tuck Everlasting because I bugged him to, and I got Rudyard Kipling’s Just So Stories – a lovely hardbound edition with his original illustrations – and Fannie Flagg’s Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistlestop Cafe. I’ve always wanted to read that again.
Evening: The Green Hornet! Michel Gondry and Seth Rogen do not disappoint. And the SS Jew-hunter from Inglourious Basterds played yet another villain there. Surprise appearance of Edward Furlong. But I’ll stop there.
Today, I’m trying not to be boring.
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