in groundhog day, phil {bill murray} laments how unfair it was that he couldn't relive one of his better days:
"I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster and drank pina coladas. At sunset we made love like sea otters. *That* was a pretty good day. Why couldn't I get that day over and over and over... "
in that vein, every so often I think about my versions of pretty good dates. ::before that evening, we never met or even talked on the phone. sharing pixels + other bits of electronic ephemerata. how is molly the cat doing, anyway? I mentioned I was going to be in town + asked her if she was free on a particular evening. there was a band playing + as it turns out she went to grade school with one its charismatic members. I got tickets + was racing around town trying to get various things done. I left a few messages + was beginning to wonder if this was going to happen. she finally called my cell + we met up in a dive bar, me trying to rein in seemingly alcoholic tendencies. oh, how on great dates you lose track of time--of course we did + realized we better get to the concert venue. we had to wend our way across the city--me with a fuzzy sense of perceptions and she without her glasses, there was quite a bit of conversational meandering. when we finally got there, it was a wonderful space with perfect acoustics. I was mesmerized by the songs, sometimes raucous, oftentimes lilting. I was sort of curious to see her interact with her old friend who was in the band. it was quite a sight to see their faces light up, as they hadn't seen each other in a few years. she introduced me + I was walking on air, concealing in a veneer of coolness any sycophantic fanaticism. I bought her a CD that meant a great deal to me + gave it to her explaining how this music affected me. she was delighted and said it was as if I were a magician. of course, I was not--only perhaps in a john c. reilly sense in magnolia or akin to stephane's mother's boyfriend in la science des rêves, as I would have used some of said magic to prolong those few weeks of bliss. that evening ended with her inviting me to dinner with her sister + close friends. as I grow older + more deluded, I choose to just remember these magical montages, but long for even better dailies just around the corner.
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