It’s Saturday night, and things are afoot.
I worked two concessions shifts at the theatre, between which I tiptoed in to actually watch the movie. It was Brave, and I thought it was pretty wonderful, although definitely not what I expected. More bears and magic than I anticipated, to be brief. But plenty of laughs (once again I outstripped all children in the audience in that department). And, forgive me, but I spent much of the movie being mesmerized by the heroine’s hair. It was like a separate character.
Up forever has my heart in the world of Disney-Pixar.
Then, needing fresh air, and an escape from the smell of popcorn and the slick of grease between my fingers, I went for a bike ride around town, looping back through campus just as it got dark.
And now, because a good friend of mine is in Morris, and because I’d like to feel like a college student for an evening, and not like a responsible adult, we’re going on a hike. Destination will not be disclosed at this time.
Also, I just have to tack this on the end, because I shrieked with delight when I watched the trailer this afternoon. Joe Wright is one of my favorite directors, not just because his films are exquisite, because he turns good books into good movies, and because he appreciates the force of Keira Knightley’s acting as I do (yes, I can defend that statement), but because he does period films. Period films. Period.