I had something I was going to post about but now that I have time to sit down and write of course I don't remember what it was. The mind is the first thing to go. (Thank God. It doesn't matter if I don't remember how good sex is as long as it feels good at the time. *weg*)
I can't wait to see this movie, "A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints". It's set in Astoria (pretty much my old neighborhood---my parents grew up there, my grandma's lived there, we bordered it and were closer socially to that area than the "Irish Woodside". My sissy will probably get more out of it than me, since she entered high school in 1986 and I left NY to go to Boston, but still, to see "memoir movie" that takes place in the era of your own childhood hits home. (no pun intended) You know? Seriously, we are used to watching our parents generation make movies about the 40's or the Baby Boomers celebrating the 60's or 70's. I have never been able to relate to movies like "Almost Famous" or "A Bronx Tale" but Astoria in the mid 80's? Um, yeah that was us with beer and wine coolers in the phone company parking lot.
The phone company is now a Honda lot. I recently looked at the old 'hood with fresh eyes and took some photos. I've been meaning to make a slideshow. I'll have to get on that.
Have a wonderful weekend.