Yes, it’s been over 2 weeks since my last post. I haven’t been that quiet since…well, since I was in the womb. Yesterday my friend Johnny Rocket gave me grief for being so quiet, and so in a fit of rebellion against the forces that think I’m no longer blogging, I am posting. You happy now, Johnny?
Let’s rewind to February 25. The Oscar party was a smashing success, even if my predictions did not turn out to be correct. (The Departed won Best Picture and Happy Feet won Best Animated Feature.) I had a few cocktails, met some nice people, sang aloud loudly with Big Red to the Dreamgirls medley, and had a fabulous time. Everyone that attended our party seemed to really enjoy themselves, which was our ultimate goal.
Charter: Let’s see if I can get you back online-
Moxie: Oh no no no, we’re not going there again. Wait for help.
Charter: I’m sorry, I didn’t get that. Tell me again what the problem is. If you can’t connect to the Internet, say “can’t connect”-
Moxie: You can’t help me! Wait for help!
Charter: It sounds like your signal is weak. Let’s try-
Moxie: No no no! You stupid bitch! Wait for help!
Charter: I’m sooo sorry, I didn’t get that.
Moxie: Oh sweet Jesus.
Charter: Let me connect you to a technician. (Series of clicks, then a tech is on the line.)
Apparently all I needed to do was call on the name of the Lord to reach tech support. Who knew Jesus was so techno-savvy? Actually, I bet T-Wizzle did. She knows everything. At least that’s what she keeps telling me.**
Last Monday I went to my French language Meetup group. Whenever I go to these meetings, I get very quiet and focus mainly on listening. But that doesn’t really help me become fluent, which is my ultimate goal. I want to be fluent in French so I can go to France and visit one of my childhood friends, who lives in Brittany with her husband & 2 kids. But just sitting and listening to other people speak en francais doesn’t do me much good if I can’t communicate beyond Je m’appelle Moxie and Je voudrais un bouteil du vin blanc.* The truth is that I know how I learn best: by reading a textbook, listening to a teacher pronounce the words, getting examples of how to use the words, taking notes, and trying it myself. So a class may be in order. Next step: manifesting the coin to go take a class.
Last Wednesday I hosted a girls’ night at my place. Three friends, including Big Red, came over with French-influenced treats and drinks, and we noshed and watched Marie Antoinette
. I have been obsessed with Marie Antoinette since I was 7. When I went to England & France as a kid, my parents bought me a little Marie Antoinette doll. I pretended my hand was a guillotine and beheaded the doll on a regular basis. Yes, I was an odd child.
This past Saturday I went to see 300 in IMAX. Wow, what a spectacle. And that was just the line to get into the theater. The movie was very good – I expected the worst when it came to violence and gore, but it was fairly manageable. What made up for all the gore was the great story and the men. I could not stop staring at those fine-looking Spartans. There is nothing like an army of ripped, half-naked Spartan warriors to get a girl all ferhoodled. To the person that cast the men in this film, thank you, thank you, thank you
Seeing the film in IMAX adds some intensity to the film, especially during the love scene between Leonidas and his queen. You’ve got to have a very positive body image to agree to having your nakedness displayed on a 7-story movie screen. I, for one, am thankful that Gerard Butler is open to baring his ass and abs. Thanks, Gerry, you made my night.
My milkshake continues to bring the boys to the yard. During a night of karaoke a couple weeks ago, I had a nice time hanging out with Joe (not his real name), a bad-ass-looking dude that turned out to be very warm and friendly, and well-read too. Last night I had a strange experience where a married man I’ve known for a couple of months propositioned me, claiming he had an “open relationship” with his wife. I admit, the attention was flattering. But to have a fling with someone who’s married wouldn’t help me achieve my goal to have a committed, loving relationship with a wonderful man. And I don’t think his wife would appreciate it much, either. I turned him down.
Okay, there you go, Johnny, a blog post. I hope you enjoyed it – and the same goes for the rest of my readers. I’m off to have a little wine and watch “Lost”.
*Translated: My name is Moxie and I would like a bottle of white wine.
**For those of you keeping score at home, that’s Technology 3, Moxie 2.