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leuven

i think my dad has an actor crush. on russell crowe. whenever russell crowe has a new movie, he'll drag whichever child is currently visiting to the theater, and then something odd happens: he doesn't talk during the length of the epic.

(my dad is the type of movie watcher to guess the ending in the first ten minutes. to loudly criticize or explain obscure references, complete with elbow jabs, to those next to him.)

this time i am trying to convince him that we should see the third star wars. i heard it was supposed to make up for the previous two, but i'm not holding my breath. no, i want to go for sentimentality. there is no space grit, no grizzly sexy harrison ford, no petulant robots (okay, i know the droids are still present, but their personalities are like cardboard) but i still want to see it in the theater. with my dad. with my dad who dressed up as darth vader for my brother's fifth birthday party, who stood at the top of the driveway greeting parents and scaring children.

mom reminded me today that wolfe got to choose the menu for that birthday party: beanie weenie. he loved beanie weenie. (and now he's an astute food snob. huh. correlation?)

i have been in my hometown for sixteen hours and already i have read a novel, taken the labs to the park and the beach, watched goonies with my mom (more sentimentality) and eaten a pastrami sandwich (with coleslaw piled on top, i love odd sandwiches).

oh, the steaks are done. dad is blasting bluegrass and the dogs are circling the grill on the lawn. we're all drinking stella. i took a shower and am wearing old clothes that my mother now stores in my old closet because i haven't done any of the laundry i brought down from oakland yet. i look like she did in 1992, sans the short pixie cut that she dyed black, making her look just the faintest bit like elvis.

come over. we're leaving for the movie in about an hour. make sure you don't sit next to dad.

7:48 pm - 06.04.05

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