Ya know the scene in When Harry Met Sally when Sally and Joe are at the airport and she’s about to board, and Harry walks past her, does a double take, then keeps walking? With me so far?
And then Sally goes, “Thank God he couldn’t place me, I drove from college to New York with him five years ago and it was the longest night of my life.” And she tells Joe that he made a pass at her, right? You remember that part. And Joe’s FACE goes all MANIC and is like, “What happened?” And she said, “He made a pass at me and when I said no he was going with a girlfriend of mine uh… Oh God I can’t even remember her name! Don’t get involved with me Joe I am twenty six years old and I can’t even remember the name of the girl I was such good friends with I wouldn’t get involved with her boyfriend.”
And Joe goes, “So what happened?”
And Sally’s like, “When?”
And he said again, “When… when he made a pass at you and you said no and…”
UM, JOE? NUNYA.
This was five years ago, bro! You can clearly see she adores you, even with that horrific hair and face. The way he looks at her during that scene has always bugged me. Strategic move, Nora. Nicely done.
That’s all I had to say about that.
Oh! Speaking of. Different movie but same sentiment. I ordered these Kathleen Kelly-style pjs. They arrive today. I’ll let you know how they are.
Bug off, Joe!
This is very random, but I made these gruyere and chive gougeres for New Year’s Eve and they’ve not left my soul. The platter went quick. Excruciatingly simple (really!) and an absolute treat for cold weather comfort. I posted these years ago, but bringing them back to light in case you have the winter blues. These’ll fix ya right up.
I piped them this time which made for a less dollopy situation. Either way works, though. So good! I might try a different cheese and a different herb this weekend. We’ll see. What would you put in them?
Joe was seriously the worst.
An old high school friend of mine sent me a photo of a cassette mixtape the other day. A mix I made in 1996. ALL MELLOW CRANBERRIES SONGS. So I immediately and obviously read the tracks and put them on Spotify in the exact order with the same title from way back when, when I had zero jowls. And boy oh boy.
The surprise wash of emotions was both unsettling and beautiful. I love music for that exact reason. I was IMMEDIATELY young again. In jean cut-offs and birks and an oversized teeshirt. Hair in a little bob. The very first Cranberries album, Everybody Else is Doing It So Why Can’t We will forever be a timestamp for my eruptive, tender, youthful heart. And will remain my favorite work of theirs. It’s haunted. It’s dreamy. It’s lush and enchanting and really, really sad. RIP, Dolores.
What I’m trying to tell you is that if you need to be emotionally jacked this weekend, I made it public for you all.
I need to stretch more. Not full-on yoga (I know, I know), but just some extremely simple stretches so that I feel a little more limber. Can you send me a video of stretches? I could google this, but you’re cuter.
I stretch before I run, yes. But a) I’m not running right now and b) I need to do something a tad more extensive to keep my lower back from getting pissy with me. I KNOW you have the goods.
Stretch me! (that came out wrong.)
The kids are home for the 496th “snow” day, so besides screaming into a pillow, I have tasks! Salmon bowls to shoot. A few kitchen drawers to reorganize. Hair to wash. The Plot to read. We have two indoor soccer games this weekend, but the temps are like, seventeen below so you can all expect me to dress like I live at the North pole.
Tell me what movie you’re watching this weekend.