Miss Softie's past weekend

Saturday was a fun-filled day. I woke up expecting a rainy downcast day and was greeted instead by a sunny one. I had made plans to have lunch with a friend and the prospect of socializing always brightens my mood – provided that I was socializing with desired company of course. So we had a delightful lunch at a Thai restaurant named a bit too cutely as Thai Tanium. The conversation was good although the food was only so-so.

After lunch, I went to CVS to pick up stuff and ran into a high school/college friend’s mom. She is so chatty! We must have stood in the parking lot and talked for over an hour, with me doing mostly nodding and murmurs of agreement as I am prone to do with chatty “adults.” She seemed to be in good spirits and the conversation flowed in all directions. I learned a few things about her that day that I didn’t know before and it made more sense now when I consider my friend and who she is. I think I never truly understood parts of her until now.

Finally, at night, over IM, I made last minute plans with another friend to go catch a movie. We went to downtown Bethesda, the place was fairly humming with people and for a while, you could almost trick yourself into thinking you were in the city again. We went to watch Water, by Deepa Mehkta (sp?) and it was all in all a truly enjoyable film. At the end, my friend was sobbing quite unreservedly and I remember affectionately thinking with a touch of amusement that she was such a softie. What I didn’t expect of course was that my reaction to the film would come, only somewhat later.

The next morning over breakfast, I recounted the movie to my mother. Everything was fine until I described the last scene, arguably the most powerful one in the film. Suddenly, inexplicably, tears filled in my eye and I bit my lips to keep from crying. I looked down and blinked back my tears and forced myself to gulp down some coffee. Inwardly, I was also tsk-ing myself, going, Emily Emily, when did you become such a leaky faucet? My mother may have noticed my sudden desire to cry, because she murmured some thing in a kindly way, but I was still too caught up in my emotion to fully understand.

Now some of you might be somewhat curious about what film I saw, as it made me, a veritable cold-blooded animal squeeze out some emotions. All I will say about the film is, some parts are clichéd and even Bollywood-ish, thus, a tad too melodramatic for my taste. But at the end of the film, there was indeed a very powerful moment which captured the essence of the film and I think, that one moment makes the film worth watching.

Oh and then for Mother’s Day, I went shopping for groceries and came home to produce a ten course meal for my family. I started shopping at around 12:30 PM and finished cooking around 4:30 PM. When my mom came home to the lavish display on the table, she grinned broadly and pronounced me marriageable. Heehee, not bad for a girl with a reputation for napping and no talent for cooking. The good news is, Mother’s Day only comes around once a year. The bad news is, my dinner was such a success that it has been unanimously decided that I will cook for all Sundays from now on!!! Picture the Scream picture. (Okay maybe that was a bit too melodramatic)

Anyway, a good weekend through and through. And oh yeah, Wendy postponed the test so that I get to fail tonight instead of last night. =)