Today was a beautiful day, and I wanted to play outside. I didn’t know quite what to do, but eventually Paul and Christina and I decided to play tennis (we rejected golf on the grounds that none of us know how to play). We met at my house, then drove to my high school’s courts, which were open. None of us are actually good enough to play anything like a real game, or even make correct cross-court serves, but given that there were three of us, we weren’t really intent on playing actual tennis anyway.
We hit the ball around for a while (maybe an hour?) then came back to my house to make plans for dinner. This turned out to be a serious point of contention, as Mom had already planned dinner for me, and my friends had no interest in her stir-fry. It was eventually resolved, in some complicated way, and I had two dinners, one home, and one at Angelina’s (the local pizza parlor).
Last night we rented our first movie from Redbox, a DVD vending machine at Stop & Shop. Today we returned Firewall and got A History of Violence. It was a very strange movie, and not very much fun. The director seems to have deliberately avoided any characterization at all. The main character is a perfect null, living in a town that could not be a more perfect self-conscious reproduction of the movie stereotype of a small midwestern town. Long story short: he eventually kills lots of people. Paul said it best: the movie may have some kind of deep meaning, but it’s not entertaining enough to make me spend any energy searching for it.
It’s late, and I’m tired, and I can’t talk to Sara because she’s in Canada on business. I’m going to sleep.