i watched "sleepless in seattle" like 3 times this weekend. tbs had it playing on like a continuous loop. i'm not sure why i watched it every time i caught it, but i did. i guess i'm a hopeless, romantic fool. it has a nice soundtrack for a romantic comedy... some good old standards on there. maybe i watched it because i believe in magic. i do think we can feel little sparks when we meet someone that tell us they're important. i don't think it always has to do with soulmates and love and all that hullabaloo, but i do believe in them.
molly and i had sparks the first time we met. it was at a meeting for work. as an ice breaker for the group of some 50 employees, we had to break into pairs and make assumptions about each other based on looks alone. i, of course, was completely wrong about her, and she seemed to know me from birth at a glance. but before all of that, when i first sat next to her, i knew. i knew i'd know her forever. now, 4 years later, we're still friends... best friends, even. we have a bizarre ability to understand each other without words, without seeing each other's faces, without anything really at all. we get each other, and getting someone that gets you has got to be one of the best things ever.
mols and i will never be lovers, we'll never be married, but we certainly will be roommates for at least the next year. she has officially moved into our apartment - our lovely, lovely almost-harborside apartment on the way northside - and it's good to have a roommate. it's nice having someone to come home to and talk and give hell to and tell all the stupid stories from my day to. it's nice having someone to eat with, to gossip with, and share a couch with. it's nice having someone around who appreciates the black and white kitchen tile, the popeye's chicken down the street, and the importance of the west wing as much as i do. it's nice to get all of this and not have to put out in return.
on a random sidenote, a friend gave me two tickets to see "take me out" this sunday at steppenwolf because he and his "friend" can't go. i planned to take molly, but she just remembered she has a first communion to attend. anyhow, i now have an extra ticket, so if anyone wants to go, let me know. i'm not sure how the seats are, but whatevs... the show's at 3. oh, and it involves full frontal male nudity. what better way to spend a sunday afternoon?
i.f.o.t.d. - when i was like 8, my dad's friend's wife died of an aneurysm, leaving behind her 5 year old daughter and husband. she was like 32. i have forever since feared that at any time i'll just drop dead from an aneurysm.
posted by brett @ 6:42 PM
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