Transformers
Okay, here's what happened. I had a long and, in his word, "bibulous" lunch with Éduoard on Thursday. Among other things, we talked about Transformers, which I couldn't believe he'd been to see. But his copain had wanted to go. "I've seen much worse," he confided, and then he went on to tell me about a very funny scene involving the actress Julie White. Well, how bad could the movie be?
Getting home shortly past six, I was in a dangerously effervescent state of mind. Kathleen was going to work late, but the idea of spending the evening alone was bleakness itself. Unable to rustle up a dinner companion, I decided to go to the movies. The only thing showing up here that I hadn't seen was - Transformers. So I went, and I had a great time. It was definitely a movie to see after a long and bibulous lunch in a not-overcrowded theatre.
I fully planned to see something less CGI-assisted on Friday morning, but after a late dinner with Kathleen at which we got to know a neighbor who happened to be sitting outside the restaurant where we met ("May I join you?" "Sure!"), I didn't get to bed until late, and when I woke up I was suffering, if not the hangover I deserved, a complete lack of endorphins. Leaving the apartment was inconceivable. At the same time, I had no idea what there was to write about Transformers. It was too difficult to think about. I pulled up the covers and read R K Narayan's delightful 1958 novel, The Guide.
¶ Transformers.
