I carried a watermelon.

To celebrate the 20th anniversary of “Dirty Dancing” a bunch of theaters all over North America are screening the movie plus never before scene footage and a “Making Of” on May 1st and 2nd.

There are no theaters in San Francisco taking part. I am not joking when I say this is devastating. This is my favorite movie of all time. Not only did I watch it every Friday after school when I was growing up, and every Friday after work after I was done with school, but if it is ever on T.V., I watch it. No exceptions. I am watching it right now, and I watched it two days ago. It never gets old and it also never loses its magic – it still makes me cry and laugh and makes me swoon.

Favorite parts as of 4/26/07:

-The hesitant, then full-blown smile that Johnny gives Baby when he’s walking away and she cries his name because they are both so uncertain. She is so reassured, and he manages to reassure himself, too.
-When Baby pours water all over Robbie the Creep’s crotch and tells him “You make me sick. Stay away from my sister, stay away from me, or I’ll have you fired.”
-Lisa practicing her song for the talent show, especially when she counts off out loud in the middle of the song.
-Two of Baby’s monologues:
“Me? I’m scared of everything! I’m scared of what I saw, I’m scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all, I’m scared of walking out of this room, and never feeling the rest of my whole life…..the way I feel when I’m with you.”
Her apology and plea for forgiveness to her Dad at the edge of the lake, when she sobs and Jerry Orbach is gazing over the lake with his lip quivering.
-The entire Mickey and Sylvia song scene, obvs.

I was so excited when I heard about this and am completely distraught I won’t be able to see the extra footage.

Johnny + Baby = 4Eva

23

That’s what I turned on April 4th.

(That’s also the name of Blonde Redhead’s new album that MELTS MY ENTIRE MIND AND BODY INTO A PUDDLE EVERY TIME I LISTEN TO IT. The girls who work in the cafe across the hall from my new office make so much fun of me for listening to it nonstop, and when I tried to tell them the band’s name in Spanish they made fun of me even more. I’M NOT SAYING THE WRONG WORDS, THEY’RE REALLY CALLED THAT. I SWEAR!)

Right. So, I got a job a few days before my birthday. The day before my birthday, I came home from my last day at my temp job to find this waiting for me.

My ass fell off in shock and my dude had left me the sweetest surprise – a three-tiered hanging sign congratulating me and wishing me luck at my new job, a gorgeous bouquet of flowers and A BOTTLE OF THE VEUUUUUVE.

The surprises continued. L woke up before I did on my birthday and came into the bedroom singing “happy birthday” with a bunch of pink candles ablaze on top of a goat cheese tart. Goat cheese for breakfast. Yes. He knows me well. We fell asleep for 3 more hours, but when we finally got up, those little goat cheese bastards had nowhere else to hide.

Did any of you know I love Kylie? and Nick Cave? And that the two of them together make me giddy beyond all comprehension (please see: “Where The Wild Roses Grow,” and the unreleased but captured via documentary crew “Still Your Face Comes Shining Through” that brings down the house EVERY TIME. By “house” I mean me. By “bring down,” I mean weeping and singing along while trying to touch their faces on the TV screen).

I had a Very Kylie Birthday!! I got t-shirts and perfumes and posters and postcards and buttons! I got a double-DVD/CD Nick Cave live show set! I jumped up and down the entire time!

I decided I wanted to spend the morning at the Botanical Gardens.

There are different areas for different countries/regions. An Australian section, Mexican section (God, of course those are the first two I list), Hawaiian section, etc. There was no sign here, but Lucas thought it must have been the English section.

Lunch was a stewed chicken burrito at Puerto Alegre’s. If you haven’t been, or had this dish (you have to ask for stewed chicken, it’s not on the menu), I think it’s important that you go immediately. This is half of a burrito. They are huge.

For dinner, Julia, Laura (my sister), Lucas and I went to Tsunami. Here’s my Julia, also known as FLUH!, Fraihu!, LuhFLUHHH, Ming! and other things that end in exclamation points.

Here is my sheepish sister, who had just spilled the entire contents of her sake glass on the floor next to her, then elbowed the waitress in the crotch not 45 seconds later. Later on she told the waitress how much we loved dairy and the waitress replied that she was lactose intolerant. It was gold. Lucas apparently doesn’t approve.

I’m sorry, I can’t hear you because I’m vacuuming all of this into my facehole.

You’d be this happy, too, if someone plopped down free green tea cheesecake in front of you. I look like an excited pug.

We got home and it was time for THE VEUVE.

If you’ll excuse me, I have some serious Kylie-shirt-wearing and crying to do because I have the best family, friends and dude in the world.

Sadface.

This made me really, really, really, really sad and upset:

Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash’s home destroyed by fire.