Could I be more sporadic with my posts? Looking at places in Baltimore this weekend, hopefully finding the SATC movie Carrie Bradshaw post-Big equivalent. I've been collecting cute glasses, chandeliers, and scouring thrift stores and estate sales on an almost weekly basis now. Like the cute little elephant shaped salt and pepper shakers, adorable. It would nice to actually have an equally adorable place, instead of just bags of things to move. Safety first, of course. Mostly excited about the night in DC. I can finally be there comfortably--at least when I'm far from Columbia Heights.

In the car last night, I was talking about Natasha Richardson with Dad and the Boph. "What movies has she been in?" asks the pop culture deficient in the group. "The Parent Trap and Maid in Manhattan." "Who does she play in Maid in Manhattan?" "The alter ego," replies the Boph. WOW! Wasn't expecting that answer. Maybe I really don't give her enough credit. Since when is my baby sister a Freudian analyst? Am I old enough for this to be happening? Guess so.

After seeing Duplicity last night, I'm wondering how much of life is scripted. Like when the mailman comes into the studio to pick up the mail, we have the same "conversation" every week.
SRK: "Hi. How are you?"
MM: "Good, how are you?"
SRK: "Fine, thanks."
(Mail is exchanged)
MM: "Have a good weekend."
SRK: "You too."
I guess I only realize how similar all my conversations with strangers are when I mess up and respond with "you too" to something like "thanks so much!"