the glory of my self-indulgent evening

[rm]

I made myself a lovely dinner, and then sat down with it, an HH book, and the Vanity Fair soundtrack on the stereo. Utter fucking perfection.

I should note that the Vanity Fair soundtrack is actually more arresting out of context with the film. It's simply gorgeous and often more joyful than it has any right to be. And while it's sometimes an effort to supress my romantic nature, I am absolutely a person who values my freedom above all else, and yet this is the sort of music that makes me want to be swept off my feet by a dashing boy so that I might be a loyal wife. It's quite absurd.

Once I clear my head a bit, major gear switch -- Lost in Translation.

Oh yeah, and I bought a fabulous pair of boots today. It needs to be fall right now.

Comments

[franny-glass.livejournal.com]

I can't wait to hear what you think of LIT. I hope you like it.

[delchi.livejournal.com]

I am sincerely embarassed to have to ask this, but I missed the initial entry and I would like to know what HH is.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Horatio Hornblower, the damn thing I've been talking about for the last two weeks (the miniseries that I was all insane over is based on a series of eleven books, so I'm quite up to my eyeballs in it).

[delchi.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I was having a minor brain moment before running out to B&N and it was easier to ask than to dig through the back entries.

[fleur.livejournal.com]

Self indulgent often = good.

[heron61.livejournal.com]

What did you think of Lost in Translation?

It needs to be fall right now.

Indeed. Today, it was cool enough in the evening that I was able to wear a silk turtleneck, a shiny purple over shirt and the coat that makes old people ask if I'm a priest (I'm always tempted to answer "Yes, but not the sort you think.") I'm very much looking forward to the weather being cool enough for me to wear such thing all day long - summer clothes are far too dull.