A Year and a Day

Revenge of the Sith was unremittingly awful, a noisy, pointless and interminable exercise in dot-joining, tedious and unengaging from beginning to long-awaited end.

Motionhouse's Perfect, on Friday evening in the Purcell Room was considerably shorter and much more interesting, not quite living up to its title, perhaps, but well worth seeing.

Later, I was invited out to Popstarz on the spur of the moment by my friend Edgar, and had a very nice time of it, dancing a lot, making out, getting snogged by random strangers. I have no idea what about me gave people permission to do that -- perhaps it was just the heat of the night -- but it was nice anyway. Met a guy who used to come trampolining, who I was sure was straight; apparently he thought the same about me. Go figure.

The weekend had lovely weather, and I spent Saturday afternoon wandering around in it, which was very pleasant. Various photos from that excursion will probably crop up here sooner or later. A fine episode of Doctor Who was followed by dinner and some emotional storminess with Ian. Then we watched The Hudsucker Proxy, one of my favourite Coen films, which I haven't seen in many years. The ending ("his second chance") makes me cry for the most obvious and crass reasons, just as it did back in late 1994.

Marching Boys rehearsal on Sunday was followed by a party (read: orgy) in Old Ford, at which much fun was had, and also a certain amount of awfulness. Excess alcohol leaves the details hazy, but I remember crying on someone, great heaving sobs of snotty despair, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." The victim of this classy behaviour says he'd like to see me again...

Yesterday I bid farewell to Stuart, who is off back to Ireland for some time. We had lunch, visited shops, nothing out of the ordinary, sweet but sad. Later, watched Donnie Darko with Ian, who'd never seen it. It was the anniversary of something I can't begin to explain, as so many things are these days. The memory burns as bright and clear as a beacon in the distance, blazing on the receding shore as we sail on and on into a moonless night; so much joy and so much loss.

And so it goes.
Posted by matt at May 31, 2005 12:16 PM