After a day of two client calls (with great results) and then dinner with Susan, John, Belle, Sarah, and Jonah (almost 9) –– Sarah and I rushed off to see Twilight –– for which I had previously gotten tickets online.
Oddly, when I tried to swipe my credit card, the theater informed us that the showing was canceled since they wanted to show another Lincoln –– and after a polite conversation at “Guest Services,” we walked away with a refund, free passes to the movie of our choice currently playing + 2 future guest passes. [So it’s basically like we made $52.]
I loved Skyfall. It was entirely and perfectly distracting, leaving all traces of my own life behind in its messy, explosive wake. And it was sorta an interesting counterpoint fantasy (adolescent boys?) to Twilight‘s pre-teen girl’s.
And of course I related to having a silver sports car (even one with British flags on the mirrors).
Finally, in other news, at Acre‘s Black Friday sale, I decided I had to buy a cardigan I needed, justifying that it would be my “writing outfit.”
Basically, like Mr. Rogers, I now intend to suit-up for work each day as part of my writing ritual.
(Although after seeing Skyfall, I’m not sure why I should be wearing anything but a suit and tie and pocket square 24/7.)
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