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I had a dream last night. I always end up singing the start of Sash's Stay whenever I start a post that way. Ah, late 90s dance music, how it takes me back.
Anyway. I had a dream last night, about an old love interest that I haven't thought about for so long that I had even forgotten his acronym and had to go back and look it up - it's WID. In the dream I came in to work one morning to find that him sitting working at the desk next to mine. We studiously ignored each other. Other colleagues arrived and started chatting around us. We joined in with their conversation but never looked each other in the eye, never addressed each other or acknowledged each other. Then the others all melted away and we were left in mid-conversation with no one else there to talk to. One of us chanced a smile, a smile that summed up four years of misunderstanding. The relief of old wounds finally healing coursed through me and I woke up.
Of all the old friends I have lost, he is the one I find it hardest to remember, the one I dream about least. I still wonder whether he completely misunderstood me, or whether he actually knew me better than I knew myself.
Ah well. Back in reality, I went to see Sex And The City last night with a group of girls from work. I enjoyed it a lot, but then I enjoyed the series a lot too. Anyone who didn't like the series would hate the film.
I loved that they were realistic(ish) about the womens' lifestyles changing as they got older. I loved that they kept true to the original style of the series, even in the opening credits. I loved that they introduced a character with a proper curvy figure and didn't even mention her size but just portrayed her as, you know, a normal person, and made her look just as fabulous as everyone else. I wasn't too impressed with the ending (why did they have to get married at all?), and I thought that if they were going to make Samantha get fat, they should have actually made her get fat rather than one close up shot of her stomach squidged out of proportion which was supposed to mean she was 15lbs heavier! However, what I really liked was that the film brought out the real truth about the series, which was that it wasn't about sex, or love, or shoes, or even New York, but that it was about friendship. And that for me was the highlight of the film.
And now I have to get my head firmly out of the clouds and into work mode, because it's still only Thursday.
Anyway. I had a dream last night, about an old love interest that I haven't thought about for so long that I had even forgotten his acronym and had to go back and look it up - it's WID. In the dream I came in to work one morning to find that him sitting working at the desk next to mine. We studiously ignored each other. Other colleagues arrived and started chatting around us. We joined in with their conversation but never looked each other in the eye, never addressed each other or acknowledged each other. Then the others all melted away and we were left in mid-conversation with no one else there to talk to. One of us chanced a smile, a smile that summed up four years of misunderstanding. The relief of old wounds finally healing coursed through me and I woke up.
Of all the old friends I have lost, he is the one I find it hardest to remember, the one I dream about least. I still wonder whether he completely misunderstood me, or whether he actually knew me better than I knew myself.
Ah well. Back in reality, I went to see Sex And The City last night with a group of girls from work. I enjoyed it a lot, but then I enjoyed the series a lot too. Anyone who didn't like the series would hate the film.
I loved that they were realistic(ish) about the womens' lifestyles changing as they got older. I loved that they kept true to the original style of the series, even in the opening credits. I loved that they introduced a character with a proper curvy figure and didn't even mention her size but just portrayed her as, you know, a normal person, and made her look just as fabulous as everyone else. I wasn't too impressed with the ending (why did they have to get married at all?), and I thought that if they were going to make Samantha get fat, they should have actually made her get fat rather than one close up shot of her stomach squidged out of proportion which was supposed to mean she was 15lbs heavier! However, what I really liked was that the film brought out the real truth about the series, which was that it wasn't about sex, or love, or shoes, or even New York, but that it was about friendship. And that for me was the highlight of the film.
And now I have to get my head firmly out of the clouds and into work mode, because it's still only Thursday.