I turned on the Oscars. Watched maybe 15 minutes of it. Turned it off because I was sickened by all the smug faces.

Last night I finally watched La Vie En Rose. It was good– not my favorite movie ever, but not bad. Robert and I talked about it afterward and agreed that the nonlinear storyline was more distracting than artistic. It was odd how WWII was completely skipped over. I was surprised at how it wasn’t until the end that it was quickly mentioned that she had a daughter that she pretty much abandoned. Looking back, there didn’t seem to be a single scene in which she wasn’t drunk, doped up, or throwing a tantrum. My favorite scene was when she discovers her married lover has been killed in a plane crash and she runs toward the camera with her arms outstretched and her fingers wiggling, crying and calling out, “MARCEL! MARCEL!” Reminded me of Faye Dunaway in Mommy Dearest, “Tina, GET ME THE AXE!” Regardless, it was an interesting movie and I did enjoy it.

Tomorrow I need to awaken early and get myself over to the New York office. Not looking forward to it. I just want to close my eyes and think about Longwood Gardens. Rob and I visited it yesterday. It’s one of the estates of the du Pont family. Apparently Pierre du Pont loved gardening and so he built this huge sprawling greenhouse where he grew tons of gorgeous plants. I’ve never seen so many orchids in one place. After touring the conservatory, we caught a reenactment of a Japanese Tea Ceremony. A man and his son performed the ceremony. I think it was a father and son. Rob said they weren’t father and son but rather “life partners.” The age difference between them makes me think otherwise. Regardless, I had a strong suspicion that in addition to reenacting the Japanese Tea Ceremony, they might also reenact episodes of Star Trek in their basement. I just got that vibe. The whole ceremony seemed so overblown and insane to me. Bowing and inspecting utensils and slurping down the tea and placing the ladle so very carefully, turning the bowl 2 quarter turns so as not to drink from the front of the bowl since “we offer respect even to inanimate objects.” To each their own. Rob looked glassy-eyed and read to commit harakiri so we left before the ceremony officially ended. On our way out the door, he said he’s like to partake in an American Beer drinking ceremony. I agreed.