Yesterday was pretty terrible, so I decided to spend tonight by myself. I ate homemade steamed pork dumplings and drank a Gewürztraminer while watching Harvey.
I've always been kind of in love with Jimmy Stewart, and watching him while tipsy I couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.
I suppose that's also why I love A Philadelphia Story so much. Cary Grant and Jimmy Stewart in the same movie. I always finding myself fighting the entire time with who I love more, and that's why it works for me.
On another note, Mark and I decided he'll be coming for my birthday (and his) either later this month or in the first few days of June, and staying with me in Indiana for a few weeks. I can't wait. I also can't believe it's been so long since I've seen him. Apparently he and Oscar are wearing red dresses tonight to a party in Portland. It's sad he couldn't have borrowed my red and white polka-dotted tulle dress. Although I'm not sure he'd fill it out quite as well as Ed:
I guess this was his birthday last year around this time? Ah, the memories of being drunk in the old place...