Friday, October 26
I left work with every intention of going to a Power Vinyassa yoga class (hot yoga) and then meeting up with a friend for a Halloween Party; because I didn’t have a costume, and because I’d be sweaty from yoga, I was seriously thinking about slinging my yoga bag, donning the cushy flip flops, slipping on a clean pair of velvety soft yoga pants, and a yoga top with matching hoodie and portraying the “dirty, sweaty hot yoga girl”.
But by the time I got home from work, I was too late to make it to Yoga Pearl for the 6:30 p.m. class, so I made plans to meet Susan at Cook Park for a walk. We got in a 30 minute work out and talked about dating. On Wednesday night I had run into a guy who a colleague tried to set me up with. It’s a long story, but he saw my picture in Portland Monthly Magazine a couple of years ago, when I did the date auction to benefit the local Ronald McDonald charities, and he saw that I was a writer and wine industry professional. To make the long story short, our mutual friend gave him my number and we chatted on the phone once. He said he’d call back and never did. I didn’t really lose any sleep over it.
Fast forward, and he arrived at the wine shop where we were celebrating our friend’s birthday, and I didn’t recognize him because I never met him in person. Kerry was up at the bar chatting with him, and she was glowing. He was tall, his head was shaved and he was very well dressed. A good looking man. After awhile, when we were all getting ready to leave, Kerry introduced me to this guy, explaining he’s a writer, etc. I immediately figured out he was the guy I had the phone conversation with a couple years ago. We chatted for a moment, reminiscing about our mutual friend, our phone conversation, etc. He told me he’d be happy to give me advice on getting an agent, so I gave him my business card. I didn’t want Kerry to think I was interfering with their conversation. When he left, I was sure to tell her that there was never a connection between us, and that he never called me back, etc.
It’s funny how certain people ebb and flow in and out of your life. Kerry had a similar story with this guy; she had met him on a running path, but nothing ever panned out. It will be interesting to see if this guy floats around in our world.
So, Susan and I chat about this among other things about single men floating around in Portland. We then drive over to Bridgeport Village and pick up tickets for the movie Dan In Real Life, a romantic comedy starring Steve Carrel of t.v.’s The Office and The Forty Year Old Virgin. We grab a bite to eat at Splitz wine bar. We chatted with the bartender, Ed, from Philly, about Philly. I ate the sweet potato and quinoa soup, which was an autumn standard. Then I had the spinach salad with steak and a glass of Barbera D’Alba, which was light and fruity, with a touch of bitter cherry. After dinner, we ran over to Borders and I bought a CD, the new Robert Plant and Alison Krauss collaboration called Rising Sand. And then I bought two works of poetry, The Lives of the Heart by Jane Hirshfield and Second Space by Czeslaw Milosz. I couldn’t wait to open these books up and take in a poem, one by one, as if plucking literary petals from a ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ flower.
As for the movie, I was very interested in seeing it because of a few hilarious commercial previews I had seen on t.v. The movie did not disappoint. It was by no means an Oscar picture, but it showed a pleasant range in comic actor Carrel’s usual body of work. The movie was likeable and Carrel was charming as columnist Dan. Co-star Dane Cook, who I always thought was a kind of B-rated schmuck, had some funny moments as Dan’s brother in this film, especially when he sang a crazy song about a potential love interest for his lonely bro, Dan, who happened to be smitten by Cook’s girlfriend played by Juliette Binoche. Dan’s family is kind of a harsh, New England family. This film has an excellent cast. And even though the parents, portrayed by John Mahoney of t.v.’s Frasier and Diane Weist, there was a kind of sweetnes in their activity and family time. You don’t really get any deep insights on the siblings they’re almost like extras taking up space, crowding up the grandparents’ home. Some of the scenes were mildly gratuitous as the secondary characters could have been better developed. But Carrel warms you over and makes up for some of the dragging moments, especially in his interactions with his daughters and the other smaller children.
I hadn’t been to a movie since early August when I went to see No Reservations, the Catherine Zeta-Jones film about a chef who ends up with custody of her niece Zoe, Abigail Breslin, after her sister was tragically killed in a car accident. It starts of a downer, but it does get lighter. It’s based on a German film, Mostly Martha, which I hear is better than the American remake. Go figure. In any case, I guess I have been into light hearted romantic stories, without intention. I’m just not into action or suspense these days or anything else that’s going to get me worked up or stressed out.