"The Holiday".
3 reasons for that:
- it was on TV last Saturday at the gym, and when you suffer willingly on the treadmill for 45 minutes your brain seems to really suck everything in like a thirsty sponge...the images still very clearly float in front of my eyes, in the most taunting, excruciating of ways.
Season spirit.
Oy.
- I saw the movie for the first time (and the only time in its totality) on Christmas Day 2006 with my mom, my step-dad and my little brother. That was the last time I was in France, and it seems like an eternity ago. I was still single, a student and slim(mer). Before judging us on our questionable taste in movies you have to know that the four of us at home without anything constructive to do is the perfect recipe for disaster and a collective nervous breakdown. So I would take anything over the inevitable staring contest that follows too many days spent together in a small apartment.
Even a money-making movie in a gigantic multiplex that reeks of popcorn. Yes. It is a reality, even in my hometown.
- I know I am crazy and God forbid she reads this - but Cameron Diaz reminds me of my lovely friend Paige, with whom I am going to spend quite some time until the end of the year (gal, you don't know what you got yourself into. Just sayin'.) She doesn't really look like her, even though she is tall, blonde and have killer teeth - I mean smile. 'Cause she has never torn anybody to pieces with her powerful and extra white canines to my knowledge, but she is quite the gentlemen-killer when she cracks a smile. If you don't believe me just ask Mr M. who daily claims his love to her in every cute way possible. Anyway - the resemblance is not so much physical than it is behavioral: same enthusiasm, facial expressions, ample movements and bursts of laughing voice.
Well - not quite 'same' but you got the drill.
She is....jovial. And it is contagious. And that's why I love her.
So yes, the holiday season is here and it is all well and good.
But if it is the time to be merry, jolly and all ta-la-la-la it is NOT the time to write. Several people told me recently: "Ha! You didn't keep up with your blog!" in a way that paranoiac me took as a challenging your-little-blogging-fluke-didn't-last-long-after-all.
I told them, and more importantly tell myself, that I cannot be creative in more than one way at the time. It may be sad and relegates me to the rank of single-focused men (oh dear! what would the ladies of The L Word think of that?) but the fact is - I cannot.
I made my Christmas cards, some pieces of jewelry, cookies, jams, menus. Christmas shopped, wrapped presents and even got my teeth cleaned and filled.
I didn't write.
I am ok with it.
So the only thing I can say - write - for now is that I wish all of you readers the most wonderful holiday season. May it be filled with love, joy, warmth and friendship. I'll be around next year to tell you more crosswords stories. That's a promise.
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Jordan, if you read this - please leave a little note. I cannot wait to meet you soon and tell you how crazy I am about "Long Way Down"!
