A quickie.

Just came from seeing The Family Stone. Loved it. And I think I may have an answer for my continually asking you about your family: I miss mine. I was vicariously experimenting the annoyance and joy of having a family through you. I have been an orphan for much more time than my parents have been dead. You see, I left my home when I was sixteen because I wanted to 'live my life'. And not much differently than you now, I considered my family a little bit boring. And then I was living alone in a big city, going to the school I wanted to go, dating without no one telling me it was wrong to date guys twice and three times my age and staying up all night and going dancing and meeting three hundred fifty seven intersting people and all that. Does it sound familiar?

Oh, yeah, I did most everything you are doing now, but without the blasé attitude that you try to affect and without the altered states. But anyways, I think after seeing this movie that I really liked the idea I have of your mum. Even though I know that it is not HER per se, it was cool to see a mother sitting to have lunch with the fortysomething 'friend' of her post-teen son. Gosh, I'm older than your mother. Maybe that was it. You see, I get all sentimental at the end of the year. It happens to all of us foreigners. The only relative I have that I really care about is my sister and she's in another country, so go figure. So maybe that was the cause of my trying to elicit some comments from you regarding your family.

Oh, and I also thought about relationships and how weird it is that we pair up with the least expected person. In this movie, the straightjacketed, compulsive, controlling girl one brother brings home for the Holidays ends up with other one of the brothers, the most laissez-faire, coolest dude ever who just happen to enjoy some ganja with his dad once in a while. She ends up with the other brother even after she messes up during Christmas dinner when the topic of one other of the brothers -who just happen to be hard of hearing and in a bi-racial gay relationship- talks about adopting a kid. And the whole family immediately sides up with him, rejecting any notion that families would like anything but have their own gay member. It was cool. And refreshing, to see people that recognize that they may not be in the best relationship and accept their mistakes and move on. I need more of that in my life. Ok. Gotta go now. A friend is coming over and I have to do something to her and her son's hair.
Cheers baby boy.