bed blogs and bloom flicks

good afternoon faithful reader(s).

as the more observant amongst you may have noticed, i have finally managed to break the curse of one. as i write these words, the hands on my clock stand at just a little beyond half past two in the afternoon. i am lying in bed, wrapped in my red comforter, pondering the flow of color to the red wall opposite.

shit, i really am an effing ponce.

anyway, for those few who might actually have been following this blog with some small degree of interest, the past weekend has been wonderful - and far too busy and packed for me to actually drop something to write. friday night was my old friend YT's (hitherto he shall be known as gollum)girlfriend, oops, no, i meant "partner", CJP's (or just CJ for the sake of brevity) birthday. incidentally, it was also eid. so we all went to lahore karahi where we gorged ourselves on seekh kababs and champein (lamb chops for the non-Urdu speakers). then went to hear a rather interesting band play at a bar called the rickshaw stop. they sing lyrics to one song over the music of another - one crowd pleaser was "smells like billie jean" - i'm sure i dont need to explain that to anyone.

saturday, tash and i took a streetcar downtown to the SF MOMA, where we caught the lichstenstein exhibit. while that was experience unmatcheable (is that even a word???), i was left with incredibly sore feet. and no, i am not a spoilt brat (or at least this particular experience does not illustrate my spoiltness in any way). in truth, i was somewhat under the influence of my favorite - spiderman fans might recognize the name Ms. "Blanketty Blank" Watson. plus, my shoes (effing fashion victim that i am) were not condusive to walking long distances.

suffice it to say, by the time we got back home, i was simply bushed. still cooked a delish aloo keema (again, for the english speakers, this is ground beef with potatoes paki-style) and tash and i kicked back and watched "the forgotten" with julianne moore. frickin' (my new word of choice) strange film... thought it was going to be a psychological thriller, turned out to be about effing UFOs. go figure. anyway, then we saw "troy" (a most disappointing film, what with achilles being hetro and all), and then, never one to give up a movie marathon op, i closed the evening with that cinematic masterpiece, "freaky friday".

oh, by the way, a small digression, if i may - i have noticed a few (ummmm, two) comments, and was wondering if i could be so bold as to request any leavers of comments to perhaps be so kind as to leave their names? the whole Anonymous posting thing kind of leaves me feeling like i'm being stalked.

and yes, i know, i am allowing myself to indulge my already prodigious ego here.

so here i am. lying in bed. in a somewhat sound state of bliss.

methinks it might be the "L" word - although i hesitate to commit it to black on white lest i jinx the damn thing.

the object of my amor is currently sitting on the steps outside the apartment smoking her afternoon ciggie. it never fails to amaze me how incredibly thoughtful this girl is. boggles my mind sometimes really.

damn...

laptop battery has gone into reserve power. and that means either getting up or finishing this off for now. and since i am a lazy fuck i will finish....

ok, now i have to go. tash just walked in to inform me that she has broken my favorite (and actually only) ashtray. was a present from CJ (of earlier mention), so am just a little bummed... oh well. it's just an object. and she does enough for me to gloss over the loss.

sigh. need to get out of bed. sort out laundry. shower. shave. make the bed. clean my room.

sometimes, i wonder why i abandoned my life of luxury back home... oh yeah, i remember, it was the women.

once again, the theme of my life - when will it end??? dear lord, when will i stop chasing these damnable skirts!

never, i hear the good lord whisper good-naturedly in mine ear. for mine is the dingdong and the story and i am now becoming dangerously delusion and must bid you, my faithful reader(s), adieu...

so, in the words of the von trappe children, "so long, farewell, auf weidersen, goodbye..."

'o'

ps: also, it just occured to me that the title of this blog might strike some as a tad incongrous - so it was a play on "bedknobs and broomsticks" the old (disney?) flick with angela lansbury (she who wrote many a murder) - the bloom reference was to orlando bloom in "troy". always good to explain oneself, i say. never leave a lover in the dark - even virtual ones who might adore one only for one's rare moments of literary ephiphany...

effing ponce, told y'all so...