*hung out in the J. Crew Bridal salon while my friend tried on dresses. “We have explicit expectations of ourselves in specific situations — beyond expectations, they are requirements,” according to the protagonist of We Need To Talk About Kevin. “Some of these are small: If we are given a surprise party, we will be delighted. Others are sizeable: If a parent dies, we will be grief-stricken. But perhaps in tandem with these expectations is the private fear that we will fail convention in the crunch.” Right? Luckily I did feel thrilled and infected by the contagious joy of my beautiful friend, but I had worried that I’d see her come out of the dressing room in the perfect dress and have to fake the requisite awe. But it turns out that there is genuine power inherent in that moment. Who knew? Well: TLC.
*met the lady who feeds the stray cats that live on my block, after wondering who was doing it for a long time. Some people get mad at her, she says, for encouraging them. She’s friendly with one of them, and it allows itself to be petted. This whole situation seems fraught with weird poignant badness. Something is clearly wrong with this lady. I felt that and I also felt only very slightly removed from being a lot like her.
The Muppet Movie sold out minutes before Lori and I could get our tickets yesterday, so we went to Karaoke Shout, which had just opened its doors, and rented a private room and sang songs to each other for two hours starting at 1pm. What a completely normal thing for two consenting adults to do on a Sunday. This was my first experience of daytime karaoke and my conclusions are: it’s a good way to save money and feel like a weird pervert who is overly committed to karaoke.
These are some of the songs we sang. We had sort of half-committed to a ‘people who died’ theme but after Lori sang “What I Got” I started wanting to shy away from it. The theme is “these are great and in some cases horrible songs to sing.”
“Man in the Box” is a fantastic karaoke jam (for Lori at least). “Oh bu-uh-uh-uh-uh-rn myyy eyyyyes”