last friday i had an unexpected evening on my own. the lovely boyfriend and i live in a small apartment and tend to do a lot of things together, because, i don't know, we like each other, or something? anyway, last friday he had a work event to attend. i, as the shameless mooch half of this relationship, had no work to go to and stayed at home.
the first thing i thought of when i realized i had an evening to myself was - what am i going to make for dinner? i'm not tremendously hungry, but i need sustenance, and for once, there's no one's taste to take into account but mine.
i made a caesar salad, a big one. i pulled out the flexetarian card and added some bacon. what a sensual pleasure is eating alone, with nothing to focus on but flavour and texture and the feel of food in my mouth. soft but delicately crisp romaine, salty, smoky bacon, assertively crunchy croutons, silky bright-tasting dressing with the edge of strong parmiggiano cheese. it was good.
of course, woman cannot live on salad alone. she needs the word of lucas. after a quick skim of our dvds i popped 'star wars' into the player. oh goodness, that movie. it's so earnest, with some terribly obvious acting, but the pace is engaging and the story is compelling and the sheer charisma of alec guiness and harrison ford (and the enthusiasm of those less talented) just carries you along to the inevitable conclusion. yes! fuck you, empire! take that!
the lb and i continued with moody 'empire strikes back' on saturday (do you know, i never really noticed how bloody nervewracking it was to experience the millenium falcon being pursued through the entire course of that movie? the whole thing is just one long endless pursuit!) and finished up with feel-good 'jedi' on sunday. (we had another caesar salad, but alas, an inferior one. i blame tasteless metro-brand romaine.) 'jedi' gets a lot of (deserved) crap for those silly ewoks, who are a big honkin' ass metaphor for colonized peoples if there ever was one, but dammit, they are cute. and yes, harrison ford is less than thrilled to be there at this point, but when he says, "hey, it's me!" with that shit-eating grin i couldn't care less about contract obligations. and up to this point, the intrusive stupid retroactive in-jokes that lucas put in can be forgotten. yes, there's the foolish interlude with a digital jabba in 'star wars' that slows down the pace and adds nothing, but okay, it makes a good bathroom break. the sarlac (sarlaac?) has a silly snapping clumsily added beak, but so what? luke did a freaking triple backflip and destroyed the barge! up to this point i can forget that the prequels ever existed, which is frankly how it should be.
but at the end of 'jedi'? LUCAS PUT HAYDEN CHRISTIANSEN IN THE LAST SCENE. yes, yes he did. with yoda and alec guiness and looking all saintly-like. seriously lucas? what did you have to go and screw up my movie for? i will not see your prequels! you can't make me!
on second thought, i bet it's hayden's fault my salad tasted gross. yeah.