Crash into Friday

Friday morning started like any other. I was riding the rapid to work. Holding my compact with one hand and applying bronzer with the other, I didn't notice anything odd on the road until...SCREECH and then, CRUNCH. My bus crashed into an m-f-ing car. Here's the really interesting bit, because buses are like tanks, we felt little impact. In fact, were it not for the loud noises, I would have thought that the driver simply hit the brakes rather quickly. We passengers sort of swayed forward, but it was not at all intense. The driver of the smashed car, a VW rabbit, was rubbing his neck. Ouch. He made a few obscene gestures at our driver and then peeled out.

The bus pulled to the side of the street and cut the engine. The driver of the VW was no where to be seen. Unfortunately, we had to get off the bus and wait for the next to roll by. We 30 or so rapid refugees grumbled when the next bus to pull up was a local, not a rapid. Meaning, of course, double the stops and a horribly increased commute time. However, being a bit late (I arrived at 9:10, rather than 8:30) is, of course, much more preferable than getting rear ended by a city bus. Though the disappearance of the VW driver is quite the mystery, right?

Reading Lolita in Tehran is making me all kinds of contemplative. The "memoir in books" is, at its core, a work of literary criticism. The class assembled by Professor Nafisi meets to discuss literature. And from these chats on bookish themes and such, broader discussion on social topics develop. How does Nabokov's characterization of Lolita relate to the government's ideas of womanhood in Iran? It's all quite deep and amazingly highlights the exact reason why literature is forever relevant must be studied by everyone. After I read through several pages of pure literary criticism, I closed the book beamed ear to ear. I've not read such illuminating literary analysis in ages. Pure, nerdy bliss.

Around 5 or so in the afternoon, the BF picked me up from work for our date night: dinner and a movie. We headed to The Hungry Cat in Hollywood for a fancy schmancy meal. I couldn't resist the cheese platter to start because, well...

The BF went with The Hungry Cat's famous Pug Burger, of course. And per the server's suggestion, I ordered the evening's special: Spiny Lobster tail with oxtail ragu. Before:


And after:


Hubba, hubba, right? Two of the three women at the table next to us followed suit and also went with the lobster madness.

Though our bellies were full of decadence, we had to haul tail across the street to make it to our movie on time. The ArcLight prohibits patrons from entering the theaters after the show starts. Thankfully, we made it with time to spare. Can you guess what we watched? Because (like most peeps our age) we looooved the book, we had to see the movie. My only complaint is all that darn Karen O. music. I get that she and Spike Jonze were/are an item, but sheesh! I was really hoping the Arcade Fire song from the preview would make an appearance. Sadly, not the case. Have you seen it yet? Thoughts?