Suspension of Disbelief: Airplane Movies "Love Actually." Watching it in late May takes several willing suspensions of disbelief. Ranging from sitting out here with the sun streaming in over my shoulder watching winter on TV, all the way out through believing that Hugh Grant is the Prime Minister of England. It's all very cute that he's a bumbling kind of funny prime minister. But it's not even remotely real. (On the other hand, Billy Bob Thornton really seems to enjoy the concept of being President of the USA, in a cowboy sort of way.)
Coffeeshop notes It's a Diedrichs coffee in Irvine. I'm procrastinating on my dissertation, of course, but I seem to do so more effectively here than in the office. Around me, students work; a group of friends laughs loudly, and, side-by-side on the couch next to me, a couple is on a first date. They've run into a few conversational dead ends (he didn't know that her home, Kansas City, was in Missouri; she simply looked dazed at his stories). But they both want to make something of the evening, and so they've decided to probe other routes. She's working on identifying odd features of his hand (she can't actually palm read, but she's going for the full wrist sensuality thing); he's saying things to her in Pig Latin, which causes her to giggle and him to whisper.
And something in me wants to come in, compete with him, sweep her off her feet: "Arlingday, heway eakspay igpay atlinlay ikelay away ikerpay. Unray away itwhway emay, andway ively anway incomprehensibleway ifelay."
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