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Art museum tonight! The jazz band was pretty decent. The dancers were not. I've yet to understand why people here seem to suffer from a grave compulsion that forces them to shag dance to every type of music and in any setting. They always look perfectly idiotic, and I suppose that is the look they're going for--khakis and loafers? I guess Thurston Howell got off that island after all.
The movie tonight was The Mark of Zorro. Such a fun movie. Tyrone Power somehow manages to look even more handsome than usual, especially in the scenes where only his eyes are visible. This only reinforces an idea Jessie and I once discussed that sometimes an outfit makes an average man sexy (i.e. Gerard Butler in Phantom of the Opera) or already handsome men even better (i.e. here!). I was a mite annoyed with some of the audience members who laughed at the most ridiculous things--romantic moments are ruined when you laugh for no reason! What an unsappy bunch. Really I enjoyed it, getting to see any movie, but especially older ones, in a theater setting is such a treat. It was also nice to get to wear some of my Christmas presents, specifically a pair of quite cute oxfords that are depressingly ill-suited to my day-to-day life. I ended up looking unintentionally 1930's working girl (not that kind!) but I was rather pleased.
I went to the eye doctor today; they changed the actual doctor I go to, however, and I was pleased to find out that she is originally from the capital of my state. She was already a very nice and helpful lady, but it made me like her even more. I also adore anyone who admires my very loud red oxfords. The bad news is that I'm going to have to lay off contacts occasionally, as apparently overuse and too much computer time is making my cornea change shape a little (eep!).
Also, I'm horribly annoyed by the people here responding in apocalyptic fashion to a mild cold spell. I actually saw a girl wrap her face up like a mummy, with only her eyes peeking out. And it was in the thirties! It's quite bothersome to have people leap randomly in front of your car because they can't bear to wait thirty seconds for the light to change. Bunch of wimps! You wouldn't last a cold second in a place that was actually frigid.
Note to self: Must. finish. Brideshead. I swear it is the longest novel I have ever tried to read because I somehow can't sit still long enough to read. Even though I enjoy it immensely when I do. I do not, however, enjoy books that have my name in it as I get bizarre reactions at hearing my name said so much. Especially when said character is more than a bit of a twat.