I have a kind of bad memory, which is to say I can remember all sorts of inconsequential things (such as when we are driving through Chris's hometown this weekend and we look down toward the bagel place and Chris goes "Oh look, there's Liev Schreiber. And that chick he's married to." and I say, "Naomi Watts. They're not married. They have two kids, Sasha and Sam." It's like, why does that garbage take up space in my head while when my sister will say, "Remember when we were kids and we played ___" [see, I can't even remember the EXAMPLE] and I'll have no idea.
What was I talking about?
Oh, right. I don't remember things very well. But we were visiting Chris's mom this weekend and I stole a little bit of her Crabtree & Evelyn shampoo and the smell right away took me back to my childhood bedroom. Crazy painted walls with brushstrokes in mint, peach, pink, yellow. My Ikea dresser top, with its lace doily. On top of the dresser, two little talcum powders that my aunt had brought me from Crabtree & Evelyn. Smelling exactly like the shampoo. Which is to say, delectable.
Isn't it so amazing how one little smell will transport you so instantly?
Another example: certain deoderants take you right back to the summer you used them. Secret Powder Fresh: high school summer working at Wolf Trap. Teen Spirit: freshman year of college. Etc.
Twelve days to go to the wedding and I alternate between on the one hand zen and excited and on the other to having crazy nightmares, literally. (Saturday night: dress nightmare. Sunday night: rings nightmare.) Overall, I really can't wait. But my posts from now through my return in October may be just as disjointed as this one, I'll warn you now.
In conclusion, Chris has been watching Dollhouse for work, and it's a really terrible show. It manages to rip off two of my faves, Alias and Dark Angel ... ripping off all their worst qualities, that is. Remember Eliza Dushku in Bring It On? Yeah, apparently that was the best performance of her career. Dude. Geez. Awful.