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Seven years ago, in Montreal, I went on a date with Kevin for the first time. We went to see Bride of Chucky. The cinema was almost empty but I didn't dare kiss him or try to sneak my arm inside his. Outside, I asked him if he wanted to come back to my place on Avenue Côtes-des-Neiges. In the elevator, I kissed him. In my apartment, I offered him orange juice in one of my azure glasses. I put on some Chinese classical music (which I'd bought that Summer on a trip to China to visit my brother and father) and we smoochied on the couch. I had the lights off, candles burning (how smooth am I?); I didn't have any curtains on my windows, only tall plants and one tree I'd bought to serve as a barrier for any telescopes. It was a clear and warm night. He didn't go home then.
Later that year, two good friends in Brasil, Andrea and Bruno, went on a first date to see Bride of Chucky too. They became a couple and I told them that the four of us were now Friends of Chucky. A few Christmas' ago, Karla bought us a copy of the movie on DVD. It hits the right note of matinee B-movie enjoyment and cheap horror thrills (with a good dose of biker humour thrown in). I like to watch it sometimes when I'm sitting at home with nothing to do.
I haven't seen Child of Chucky yet. I'll probably only see it if it's playing on television. Halloween is in a few days, plenty of horror movies suddenly in the cinemas. It's a chilly and gray Saturday but Goldfrapp is keeping me company, warming up my insides. Natalia and I saw her last night on The Jools Holland Show and decided that we want to scratch away and find out what's the crazy life she's led and hasn't let out. Afterwards, there was a terrible, but compelling, movie with the dumb guy from Friends, when he was still half-cute, about girls sent to a woman's prison. Bad movies are only truly good when you are stoned, which we weren't, so I went to bed.
Kevin comes back from Canada on Monday. I wish he were here today. Kevin, if you are reading this, I hope you have a lovely Saturday... and weekend too... and flight back home.
Love you very much.
Later that year, two good friends in Brasil, Andrea and Bruno, went on a first date to see Bride of Chucky too. They became a couple and I told them that the four of us were now Friends of Chucky. A few Christmas' ago, Karla bought us a copy of the movie on DVD. It hits the right note of matinee B-movie enjoyment and cheap horror thrills (with a good dose of biker humour thrown in). I like to watch it sometimes when I'm sitting at home with nothing to do.
I haven't seen Child of Chucky yet. I'll probably only see it if it's playing on television. Halloween is in a few days, plenty of horror movies suddenly in the cinemas. It's a chilly and gray Saturday but Goldfrapp is keeping me company, warming up my insides. Natalia and I saw her last night on The Jools Holland Show and decided that we want to scratch away and find out what's the crazy life she's led and hasn't let out. Afterwards, there was a terrible, but compelling, movie with the dumb guy from Friends, when he was still half-cute, about girls sent to a woman's prison. Bad movies are only truly good when you are stoned, which we weren't, so I went to bed.
Kevin comes back from Canada on Monday. I wish he were here today. Kevin, if you are reading this, I hope you have a lovely Saturday... and weekend too... and flight back home.
Love you very much.
