Soon, very soon, there will be a wedding.
With all sorts of cheese and various parents-in-laws.
It will be interesting.
I think I'll watch 'The Celebration' by Thomas Vinterberg just to get inspiration on what can actually be accomplished on these occasions. It's a good film on the theme of destruction, saddness and evil that can be brought to light when families come together.
I should organise a screening on the night before the wedding.
You know those occasions when you get to make a wish? Blowing out your birthday candles, blowing on an eyelash that's been placed on your nose, watching a star fall. You know that wish that you make and that you're never supposed to tell? Because if you do, it won't come real.
I'm going to let you in on a secret. I have never made a wish that actually counts on those occasions. Curing cancer, being happy for ever and ever and never letting G. die of some horrible disease. I could wish for all of that but I don't. I figure it's too risky putting that much at stake on only a wish.
So every time I am confronted with these occasions, I wish for being able to speak Spanish. Not for it to come to me just like that, but for it to be easy to learn.
But it's so not. It's difficult. Not like difficult, I'll get through it. More like difficult, my Spanish lessons sound like this: "ehhhh, para que mi, eeeeehhhh, how do you say 'am'? ok, yo soy, eeeehhh, how do you say tired?". And yet I love it so much.
This weekend, G. and I were in Madrid. I spent the two days driving G. crazy by pronouncing every word I saw with a Spanish accent and then asking what it means.
But my God I love it. It's worth every moment of irritation from his side.
New year's resolutions:
- learn how to control my anger. (practice on incompetent wedding invitation maker who said she would have to get the guard if I didn't calm down).
- really. stop peeling off the skin around my fingers. no one wants to see a bride with bloody fingers.
- actually reflect on what the guy in street wants said with his meterlong sign : "Shopping is not leisure".
- practice on my phobia of not being able to sit surrounded by people and in enclosed spaces. Start with sitting in the middle of a cinema.
- realise that I don't have hair of sufficient quality to be long.
- throw away the Christmas tree before February.
- stop buying salad only to ease conscience.
- be nice to g.
