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Sunday, August 01, 2004 Catching up Premenstrual again. Argh. Instead of working I soaked in the bathtub part of the afternoon, after eating vanilla chocolate-chip dough ice cream straight from the container. I am now watching Tom Cruise Special on E! What a perfect combination of a great face, a hot body and an excepcional spirit! I want to marry the guy. Friday We had a late dinner at Burritoville after spending quite a few hours figuring out where we want to go next and finalizing a trip to Miami next weekend. Leaving on Friday evening, coming back on Monday morning. On Sunday we might go to Fort Lauderdale. A lady I know from Geneva lives there now and she might come and pick us up. We found a decent flight and I've exchanged VISA points for a stay at the Hyatt. Now we have to see if we can rent a boat too. Miami is not one of my favorite places (Puerto Rico was our first choice) but it's really South Beach that I am not fond of. Also, I am counting on M.A's restlessness to match mine. Saturday I finally got to see Melissa again. She is back from camp but will be off again to the Dominican Republic for three weeks on Friday. The disturbing news is that her not-yet-18-years-old-brother's just-turned-14-girlfriend is pregnant and she is not sure who's the father of the baby. It could be Melissa's brother or it could be another 18 years old who has been shipped to DR because of other problems he has had, probably with the law. What a damn pity. Apart from the fact that it could be constructed as statutory rape, the father, whoever he is, the girl, the baby, they are all in for a tough ride. Melissa's mother is thinking of sending her son to the Army for a couple of year. I think it's certainly the wrong time to join the Forces for the wrong reasons. We saw Catwoman. As it was to be expected, given the poor reviews it got, I loved it. Halle Berry is spectacular and the way she moves is breathtaking. Benjamin Bratt ain't bad either. I loved the aestethic sense of the movie, the style, the effects. I loved the two-dimensional characters. Sharon Stone is straight out of a comic book. I loved the music too. So Ebert, go shove it! Saturday night was supposed to be a blue moon so M.A. and I decided to have dinner in the Park and see if we could catch a glimpse of it. I actually thought it was going to be blue. Yeah, sure. But if you ask us we will probaly swear we saw a blue halo. We were both so worked up. According to Nicolas, this explains how all those UFO stories get started. To get to the Park I actually agreed to take a bus. An almost exotic experience for me. I might have taken a bus a total of three times since I moved to NYC. I didn't even know what do to with the ticket. So we hop on the bus and four blocks after we hop back off because we were going nowhere. We walked to another avenue and took another bus to 72nd St. So much for the convenience of public transportation. The Park is wonderful at night and the Boathouse is even more magical. We had a drink at the bar outside, being very carefully not to be seen by a guy who we have chatted with back in December. Inside our waiter was a drop-dead-model-gorgeous Israeli guy a little full of himself but who could blame him? He said he's opening some kind of very upscale coffee and pastry place in Tribeca in September. We had a great dinner, sharing tenderloin carpaccio and a beef tenderloin steak. I am now officially an ex vegetarian. But maybe there's something to the theory that meat eaters are more agressive. Our usually easy chit chat suddenly shifted periously close to a full out argument. Fortunately we cooled off quickly. After dinner we returned outside to the bar and stayed there until they closed. The bartenders were really nice and there's something soothing about closing time, at least in my eyes. Sunday Today I spent a couple of hours on the phone with a friend I thought was so happy. She is not. Guess another separation is on the way. 10:12 PM
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