My Flapper Costume and Open Mic Night

I was reading what I wrote about good movies that I watched recently, and I realized that I forgot the movie that was the impetus of the whole thing. Matchstick Men is a wonderful, wonderful movie. I was surpirsed- I bought it without ever having seen it from the video store as previously viewed movie for $5. I'd remembered hearing a little bit about it when it came out, and something about the female actress in it, but it wasn't until I went to my good friend Roger E's site that I learned that the actress playing Nicholas Cage's 14 year old daughter really was 23. At one point in the movie I even recall thinking thast they had dressed her up in order to make her look older, but really the whole time she was playing much much younger. Its yet another movie with a twist, and though I suspected a tweist was coming, I hadn't figured out all of the components of it, and I immediately wanted to see it again to see if I could catch more, which is the makings of a sucessful movie, both plot-wise, and commercially.

I also realized that I haven't blogged baout our new Sunday tradition. Now that Todd is all moved in ot his house, we drive after church to the pancake house and get breakfast and then go to his house, and talk until about 4 pm. Talk usually ranges from the River, worship styles, movies, racism, education, and completely unshockingly- relationships. I think that Todd and his roomate Matt enjoy getting our womanly perspective on issues. The first week that we came over, Matt started in the other room, but made his way to the kitchen and eventually was asking us questions. Its so funny to see guys as being that clueless about the way that women work, for normally I hear the other side of it- my female friends asking me why the men in their live's are so utterly befuddling (I love that word) to them. We also went there Halloween night to pass out candy to the neighborhood kids and have hot cider and roasted pumpkin seeds. MMMMMmmmmm. I had to wait until after my geology lab that night. I only saw a few people in costumes on campus, and I felt kinda bad for them, because I think that they thought that a lot more people would be dressed up. I didn't dress up for Todd's house, but I did for our small group's party a few days before, as a flapper, which has apparently only added fuel to the fire about me and my clothing, for apparently the boots that I bought years ago with my fellow members of Veritas de Vita are 'hooker boots." Really this is a retaliatory move on Stacie's part for my calling her "Stacie Jo," for the past year or so. If anything, my boots would be compared to riding boots of the sort that some stached British woman would wear fox-hunting. I have alaways been one of the most modest, most demure people in groups that I have been in, but lately I have become in dress and vocally the person who is on the outside, which is truly bizarre to me. What does that say though if my calf-high boots and a costume on sale at Traget can do that? Also, really, I don't say anything that shocking- I just say what everyone else is thinking, I just have the balls to say it out loud. We, as Christians, all seem to like to pretend that we never have an unkind, naughty, or malicious thought. Not that I'm excessively mean or something, I just speak the truth. (BTW_ Stacie went ot Halloween as a Kissing Booth, so really she has no place to protest what I was wearing.)

Talking about being bold and saying things- I was VERY bold a few weeks ago during Open Mic Night at the River. I printed off some of my powems with the intention of putting them in the Spring where we had art and poetry last time, but no one else had their stuff there. And then, Stacie gets up and reads her poetry and talks about being brave and taking risks, which is something that we have talked about in small group and just the two of us. Then, Jerry Barrett gets up, compliments Stacie and talks about the importance of writing and sharing a piece of yourself with others when you have something to say. Then, Angel gets up to sing, and talks about being who you really are, no matter what others think and sings Video by India Airie (sp probably.) So, when they opened it up at the end for whoever hadn't previously signed up for a slot, I fianlly gave in and went up there. I told the audience about my being convicted and then I shared my poems and I think got some good response. People even mentioned them on Sunday, which was especially nice to know that they remembered them over the weekend. Angel said that she wrote a song and wanted my advice on it, which is the sincerest form on admiration. The crowd was smaller at this Open Mic Night, but I thought that the quality of the performances went up- or at least the flow went up.

(Need to go- must study, must sleep.)