Packing a week into a day.
Time is relative. After all, you’ve heard the aphorism that a minute is longer or shorter depending on which side of the bathroom door you’re on, right?
Last week, the days stretched into eternity. Early in the week I’d escaped to Freakland to visit with Dave & acquire real coffee and shop for Lemony Snickett.
Why the real coffee? Because Taster’s Choice Decaf isn’t my choice though that’s all that we have in the house. I get flashbacks of helping my mom pack up care-packages and bags to send to Korea. Loads of freeze-dried instant coffee packed with care as if they were valuable kilo’s of cocaine, to be shipped off to relatives in Korea, desperate for such a commodity.
And why Lemony Snickett? Because I have an inordinant fondness for the Beaudilaire orphans and wanted a healthy “don’t whine you dork bucket” kick in the tuckus.
The following days stretched like taffy in July. I hadn’t left the house for 3 days but it felt like 9.
A more elegant example of this phenomenon in the classical existentialist film that has influenced me beyond measure. Such art. Such power. Such impact. Of course, I’m referring to “The Jerk”
[Navin and Marie are in bed, Marie is asleep]
…You give me confidence in myself. I know we’ve only known each other four weeks and three days, but to me it seems like nine weeks and five days. The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like five days and the third day seemed like a week again and the fourth day seemed like eight days and the fifth day you went to see your mother and that seemed just like a day and then you came back and later on the sixth day, in the evening, when we saw each other, thatstarted seeming like two days, so in the evening it seemed like two days spilling over into the next day and that started seeming like four days, so at the end of the sixth day on into the seventh day, it seemed like a total of five days. And the sixth day seemed like a week and a half. I have it written down, but I can show it to you tomorrow if you want to see it.
When you’re waiting for someone to call you. And you feel a little far away. Yeah, an hour can feel like five. The same effect is true for sleep deprivation driven by anticipation of say… a road trip.
Rannie covered most of the bases there. Sushi. Hotel check in. Gleeful hopping in the hotel room. Pacific Mall. Haircuts. Boba Tea. Shopping. LCBO. Drinking. Pizza. More pizza. Impromptu Karaoke. Lap Sitting & good talks. Pitching ideas on Moulann’s fantastic media kit. Watching bad wedding planning & interior design on the Teli. More talking. And Donuts. And hugs. A short sleep. A grand lunch at Movenpick. Clowns. And window shopping down Queen Street West.
I had a wonderful time. Mad props thanks to Dave who drove past lots of COWs. Natalie for protecting us from the horror of clowns. Rannie for not making too much fun of me and my new haircut. Clinton for being my T.O. bootie buddy. Christine for her fantastic company and insight for long talks. Jeremy for bringing Donuts and being so huggable. And Joey for letting me touch *and wear* his accordian. (Swoon)
Good friends, good talks, and a SARS inspired discount on a really lux 4.5 star hotel. Plus free pizza. And an accordian seranade. Photos & short movie snippets will have to wait until I get back in California land. 4 long days away.
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