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I Like Going to Places and Seeing Things
Tuesday, July 20, 2004 10:18 PM
I've been awfully busy, but I thought I'd just remark on a couple recent events.

First, I saw Beach Blanket Babylon a couple weeks ago. I had never been, which apparently is quite shocking for a person living in San Francisco. I really liked the timely, topical humor, though to be honest, the thing I liked the most was that it was exactly what I would do if given the power to put on a musical—use it as an excuse to put all my favorite songs in a show, held together by a sliver, a thin wisp of a plot. Just like Gosford Park! In fact, when I was in college I sketched out a fluffy musical of boy meets girl, boy loses girl because he's stupid and there's another boy, boy gets girl in the end tale strung together with my favorite oldies. But I suppose I lacked ambition as that half idea went nowhere. At any rate, BBB was a good time. Highly recommend it.

Second, I went to a wedding last weekend with a bouquet toss that proved once again how TV and movies and convential wisdom have lied to me (e.g. Clueless, My Best Friend's Wedding). Apparently, not every gal wants to catch the bride's bouquet. In fact, maybe a lot don't. It took an insane amount of prodding to get any of the "single" women (including myself) out on the floor for the toss. Then, the dominant current of conversation among us was how we were all determined not to catch the bouquet because, I dunno, none of us want to get married? We don't like commitment? How about the pressure of catching the dang thing? The horror of the symbolism? It was starting to look dicey. In the end, the girl next to me caught it. The inside information was that the bride was aiming for me and had I made half an effort, I could have caught it. To be honest, the girl didn't make much of an effort and the bouquet pretty much landed in her hands which were down in front of her, and she probably thought it would be bad to let it hit the ground.

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