What I should have done tonight after coming home from visiting Alan in the hospital was pack for my trip to Arizona tomorrow. (Emphasis on the phrase should have.) It’s supposed to reach a sweltering high of 112 degrees while I’m there, and I just want to know what the heck I’m supposed to pack besides underwear. Because isn’t that all anyone would want to wear when it’s 112 degrees out? The cool is supposed to be something bone chilling, something like 92 degrees, so I guess I could afford to throw in a tank top for good measure. But something tells me my boss and colleague would not appreciate trying to figure out next year’s marketing plan with me sitting in nothing but my sweaty skivvies, so I’ve opened my suitcase up.
That’s pretty much as far as I got before I started watching a delightful French film called Delicatessen. It’s about this endearing ex-clown who takes on a new job as an apartment building’s handy man. The first floor of the building houses a butcher shop and the ex-clown falls for none other than the butcher’s shy, pretty daughter. Except it’s not an ordinary butcher… it’s a butcher that murders people! 5 words to describe it: spooky (in the way that movies about people eating people usually are), Amelie-esque, cute, funny, dream-like. I knew I was going to thoroughly enjoy it just from the opening credits. (Does that make me shallow?) Anyway, it’s on “Watch Instantly” on Netflix if you are a subscriber.
While watching the movie, I decided to make a list of things to pack. And after the movie ended, I looked long and hard at my list and thought long and hard about how I should start filling my suitcase, but decided instead to watch an episode of MTV’s 16 and Pregnant. If you can’t tell from the title, it’s a show about a pregnant 16 year old and her journey through her pregnancy all the way to birth. I decided to watch it because it’s not like I don’t already have a strange, almost morbid, fear and fascination with pregnancy and birth. After watching it, I decided to never have kids at age 16 and that I should soon move to Georgia where I can rent a house (an entire house, with multiple rooms, a washer and dryer and a backyard, mind you!) for $550 a month.