Scorpius: Go on. Kill her. Then we'll have pizza and margarita shooters. Do it. Do it. John: Nobody has margaritas with pizza.
Wrong-o, John. Sounds like a fine Saturday night to me.
Was maybe going to go to a party, but then there was digital cable and margarita mix and the pizza place down the street having an anniversary sale on slices. Spent a dollar on a slice straight out of the oven, and then cozied up with freshly blended margaritas and the Nurse Betty DVD (second time around, still a flawed but funny film).
I feel bad about not going to the party, but not bad about spending a Saturday night my way.
A year ago, I woulda felt like a geek. Today, I feel great. Don't even have a headache.
Me time is highly underrated.
In other news -- the Sundance channel was havin' some fun with Adrian Lyne, and now I want to write Lolita from Lolita's point of view (though I'm sure it's already been tried). Trying to remember what I was like at 14, as a result. Trying to remember being a girl.
Lyne's version of the story is really quite interesting. Artistically and otherwise. It really captures the dreaminess of it, the way the affair descends into nightmare. There's more to the book than just the love of little girls, and there's more to this movie, as well.
Still need to see the Kubrick version. Perhaps next week. I'm intrigued by this idea of idealized girlhood -- and the harsh realities underlying it.