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Saturday, October 14, 2006

silent night



spot and i helped the kid move in, i hung out my laundry, and then the kid and i went off to do some shopping. being in the area already (all of five minutes' walk from home), we went to visit my cousin. the kid left after a few minutes to go to a meeting (on a friday night?), and my cousin and i sat chatting for the next hour or so.

well... chatting... she's pretty much ready to get out of israel and go back to sunny south africa. she's had a horrible run here, and she's sick of all the craziness and strange people that you really have to find endearing in order to survive. i really believe that she's gone about the whole moving-here thing the wrong way, but that doesn't help much.

i went home, started watching high fidelity again, and when the kid got back we returned to get that shopping done. there's nothing good available on a friday night, though, so we returned with a couple of basics, and nothing really helpful.

spot was showing some cousins of his the apartment when we finally got back, so i went with them to his grandmother's for some coffee. we went to the kiosk on the way back home, at which point mpe arrived - so we never got home. we went to the balcony to pick up something she'd lost there on thursday night, spot went off to a party at a friend of his' place, and mpe and i missioned around tel aviv looking for parking.

to anyone familiar with this city, that's a joke. bloody insane - we eventually got desperate and began searching obscure side-streets, and miraculously discovered a huge paid-parking lot right next to the cinema!

wow!

we got all excited about managing to get tickets, and skipped in halfway through the promos.

the theatre was completely empty.

we picked the best seats, and settled down (although it was technically already the 14th) to watch a horror movie on friday the 13th.

we'd picked silent hill:

1) not really horror, as such. ie. not scary. more... detectoring.

2) beautiful, beautiful cinematography (minus a couple of over-cgi'ed moments)

3) great art value (imho) - specifically the scene with the nurses!

4) tied in perfectly to the last few months of anti-religious blogging, specifically moonflake's witching post

all in all, a great movie, and it's the most comfortable i've been watching a movie with a girl i plan on sleeping with. we found a very comfortable groove :) (i get excited about things like that - i got to enjoy the movie and i didn't feel like i was sitting alone).

when we left the cinema, tel aviv was completely silent. appropriate, but it was also the first time in many months that i didn't have a song in my head. inside and outside silent.

we drove back to the area around home (which is notorious parking-wise, even for tel aviv), found a relatively close spot (parking, that is), and went for a walk in search of a coffee shop. none open. so much for tel aviv at 4am (okay, our area, to be fair).

mpe left around 5am, and i ran into spot on his way home, which was fairly amusing. the next time i spoke to him was 2pm, when he woke me up to tell me that coffee was ready. it took me half an hour to get out of bed, brush teeth, have breakfast (listening to jimi hendrix - my, how i've matured!), and get here (spot's gran)... to be told i have to clean everything if i really wanted that coffee.

bastard.

t'was good coffee though. now i'm deciding if it's worth heading off to work. adding slashdot to google reader was a mistake. too many posts!

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