SBX biked over and we went to grab a coffee at Helen's Bakery while her mincemeat pies heated up in my oven. SBX got frisky and we hit the hay for an afternoon romp. Afterwards, SBX surfed the Internet for a Pocket PC Phone while I struggled with the ATD cover. We listened to the CLASH's "London Calling" album and kept the afternoon simple. By dark, we were looking to shed the doldrums and made inquiries about town. Seems that the bitter cold was keeping most pals behind locked doors and under blankets. The only body willing to risk the weather was Myla Goldberg, who came over for TRIVIAL PURSUIT and Jerry Lewis' THE NUTTY PROFESSOR. We drank Merlot, ate snacks, and ordered spicy Thai from Tuk-Tuk. Had an easy evening of competition and levity, keeping snuggly while the weather made the streets pale with winter fright. I put SBX to bed before the King of Comedy could deliver his "nutty" moral, hugged Myla sayonara, and wrote a little with the cats at my side.
On Sunday morning, SBX finished the last half-hour of THE NUTTY PROFESSOR, while I worked on finishing the cover to AIM TO DAZZLE. SBX went out for a run to the end of Red Hook and back, with a wave and holler at Mike & Marie's and pit stop at Helen's Bakery for bagels and scones. I brewed coffee while digitally coloring the cover. I suspect that watching one work can only yield so many minutes of interest before one's mind lingers and fantasizes about this and that. SBX got frisky and sideswiped my deadline with a little bit of Female Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. After schooling me of the finer wine in the cellar, SBX napped for a few while I became determined to wrap up the cover by sundown! Later, we hopped our bikes to Cobble Hill Cinema's and caught the 5:50PM show of ADAPTATION, which was great! I think I liked it better than BEING JOHN MALCOVICH. Could somebody PLEASE tell me why Frank Pledge is writing screenplays under the pseudonym “Charlie Kaufman?” That movie was all FP, no doubt.
We biked over and ate dinner at LONG TAN on 5th Avenue in Park Slope, where I munched on a delicious amalgamation of Thai-talian, while SBX's period cramps tried to foil her meal. A quick jog to the corner deli for Advil helped block the coup, and we enjoyed a romantic dinner. Went back to her house and finished watching the awful MOULIN ROUGE spectacle and repaired to bed, putting SBX and her cramped stomach to sleep. I read a few more chapters of Lansdale's CAPTAINS COURAGEOUS, which is getting a little better [passed the halfway point], but nothing to write my mom about.
Hold the phone!
Were we dead? Jaws torn open, tongues slack, and our guts wrapped around a big oak tree from some terrible car accident? Or, had SBX and I managed to go an entire weekend, two whole days, without bickering? No fight? Not even a raised eyebrow? No way!
I rushed to the obituary section of the newspaper and scanned for our names. Nope. We were alive.