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Saturday, September 06, 2003 This was not just a beautiful day, it was nothing short of spectacular! Sunny, clear, breezy. Absolutely perfect! Friday started with a colleague's wonderful idea of having a little tea/wine get-together in her office for no good reason at all, which of course is the best of reasons. In the evening Nicolas, Cristina, Silvana, Monica and yours truly went downtown to Arthur's Tavern, had a drink there (pretty seedy place, IMHO) and then Nicolas left but we were joined by Gemma and two friends of hers, who had just flown in from, of all places, Kentucky, at Trattoria Spaghetto on Bleecker and Carmine. The friends are in town to take the competitive examination for Spanish translators on Monday (actually, the girl is, the guy is the husband travelling with her for moral support). This morning I finally got my sorry ass over to the gym and managed to stay on that treadmill for half hour. Can't understand what keeps me from doing it more often given the high I get from it. After a while I was bobbing my head to the "Shake it to the left, shake it to the right" tune on my iPod, synching my stride with the guy to my right. For some reason I hate not being in synch with the people around me. It must be this dance thing with me. Everybody HAS to be perfectly aligned! Today being Saturday it's my "call the world" day. I first called my sister (it's her birthday), then my mom and finally my friend Gabriela in Uruguay. I hadn't spoken with her in a while and it felt good. She is always a little bit out there, a little bit on the nutty side. Just enough. So she immediately put on her Freud hat and started reading things into what I was telling her. Then we went on to debating auras and whether her ADD-diagnosed kid is an indigo child or not. Melissa was busy shopping with her mom today so I did not see her. As I was sprawled on the bed watching Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey's reality show (she is soooo silly but so pretty it doesn't really matter and he is so hot and so not silly it's even better) Nicolas called. Given that I was thinking of calling him at that very moment I am now almost sure to possess amazing mind powers. Now, if I could only harness and direct them at whim! I had lunch, he hit the gym and then we went to the movies. Repeat after me: I must never watch a French movie again, I must never watch a French movie again, I must never watch a French movie again. Actually, I think the movie is technically British, but it definitely feels French. It is painfully slow, as French movies tend to be. Nothing happens for the longest of times. The camera pans from a face to a knee to a wall and back again. The only interesting thing are the actresses' boobs. The young girl has very pretty boobs but she's young so that's to be expected. Charlotte Rampling, on the other hand, is 58 years old and I can't believe her breasts! What is really puzzling is that they don't seem to be fake. When she lays down they flatten out. What's the deal? I saw this Trikke thingy on TV today. I wanna! I wanna! On my wish list too, and if some of you guys in Madrid are reading this please act on your desire to make me happy: marzipan from Casa Mira. I love most of their stuff but their marzipan in particular. Thanks! 11:35 PM
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