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Valentine's Day
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| We never should have rented Short Cuts last night, because within 15 minutes of finishing the second cassette we got into the kind of lights out lying abed dialogue that would have made Raymond Carver proud. Sarah headed for the proverbial couch (in our case a futon) and came back, then it was my turn at living room exile until she called my name and we continued making excuses for our mistakes, the sad violins of The Unbearable Lightness of Being CD audible through the wall. The building manager came by in the morning and asked if we could show the apartment in 5 minutes so we set about methodically cleaning in silence, dancing around one another. I did the dishes and vacuumed, Sarah stacked papers and wiped the dining table. The people never came and before she left for the day ("just to get out of the house") I gave Sarah a gift I'd purchased earlier in the week--the COLORS V-day special. Ai, mi corazon. Of course, maybe there was more to it than just the movie. It might have had something to do with the half bottle of Maker's Mark I'd drunk. |