Last Friday night Sarah's dad took us to the symphony. It was Vivaldi's Four Seasons, and the best word we could think of to describe it was "lovely." During the performance, I kept vacillating between an irrational fear that my cell phone would somehow turn itself on and ring piercingly -- and the image of Julia Roberts quivering next to Richard Gere at the opera.

On Sunday I layed (lied? I can never remember) in bed for 5 hours and watched Cocoon and Chances Are. I cried when the alien died, I cried when Cybill Shepherd married Ryan O'Neal, and I cried when Wilfred Brimley said goodbye to his grandson. I guess I've been a little emotional lately.

Did you know that Christian Bale's stepmom is Gloria Steinem? I didn't know that. Sort of ironic with the whole American Psycho thing and all.