I watched Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf? for the first time with Jody last night. She said it was in her ‘top 3’ so we went out and got it while the brownies were baking. For those who’ve seen it, the fucked-up-ness of George and Martha’s relationship reminded me a lot of experiences I’ve had myself in relationships and from memories of my parents relationship, and how they would attack and try to hurt each other yet you could always sense their emotional connection which was always puzzling. It’s funny how hurting someone else or being hurt by them can make you feel closer, two people gripped in mortal combat who grow accustomed to the feeling and intensity especially if it’s otherwise difficult to express the feelings because of an ironic fear of vulnerability or some other insecurity. There are few things more perplexing than male/female relations.
Oh, I finally got the photos they took at my Christmas Party. Here we are looking all dressed up. I’ve noticed that I’m starting to show my age, especially around the eyes.