Tears and Clowns

Jim and I haven't spent time together in a very long time so I was really looking forward to going out with him Friday night. We both were jonesing to see a movie but neither of us had a burning desire to see anything but Hotel Rwanda. Excellent movie. I am somewhat educated on what happened between the Tutsis and the Hutus and the history behind the genocide in 1994 so I wasn't expecting to be so troubled by the film. I cried three times during the movie and Jim did the same at least twice. I walked out of the theater feeling like I needed to vomit I was so upset. So Jim and I went to Biddy's, grabbed a beer and some food and watched soccer to get us back into a sane frame of mind. Man that movie got to me. One complaint - they should have showed more of the history behind the uprising. Most people have no idea the reasons the Hutus had for hating the Tutsis.

Saturday morning I watched Finding Neverland. Pretty good movie with the exception of the scene where he is dancing with the bear surrounded by really, super freaky clowns. That afternoon Agie, Katie and I went to the Postal Museum for a handwriting analysis workshop as part of the Smithsonian Saturdays project. It was really interesting (reserve your comments - we all know I'm a geek) and pretty fun. We have all decided to never handwrite anything again though. Then Katie and I grabbed some beer and a late lunch and traded stories of boy woe. Which made me late for my date with Paul (oops). He was great and didn't give me crap for being 40 minutes late. I beat myself up enough about that. I hate being late. Anyway, we went to the Lifehouse concert which was at a venue neither of us had been to. I'd go to a show there again even if it's a bit of a pain to get there. Their first cd is one that I have not listened to for at least 3 years. The entire thing reminds me of a relationship I had (we both loved the cd) and I just haven't been able to listen to it without thinking of that person and the regrets attached to him and the situation. A few weeks back, I popped it in for some unknown reason and remembered why I enjoyed the cd so much without having too many bad memories. So a few days later when Paul asked me to go to the concert I didn't hesitate at all and said yes. Little did I know that hearing a couple of the songs live would bring me to tears. A bit unnerving and embarrassing to say the least. Thank goodness it was dark in there. I really need to create new memories to that cd or forget it forever. I'd rather go with Plan A for once.