NaNoBloMo Episode 3: In which we are feeling a bit better.

We survived.

Special shout out to W, who went to the store last night and brought me Tylenol. And Pepto. And chicken soup (every chicken soup). Being sick isn’t so bad when someone brings you soup. And warms it up for you. And then hands you your phone, which was two whole feet away, but it might as well be a mile because you seriously can’t move your muscles any more than it will take to lift up the spoon and bring it to your mouth, let alone anything crazy like leaning over and reaching.

I’m so glad I was able to just lie in bed with a blanket wrapped around me and not worry about anything, because I really felt awful. Most days, if you’re a parent, being sick means doing everything you normally do, just feeling horrible while you’re doing it. Such a luxury to let someone else take care of things and just lie there.

But we’re done with that now. So let’s move on and talk about something else. Like Bond. James Bond. I went to see Skyfall the other day. “What?” You may be thinking. “You went to see a Bond film?” Yes. Yes I did. See, we had this “team-building” activity at work. Which is this thing where you leave the office, and you go somewhere that’s not the office, and do something non-officey with the people you’re normally in the office with. This is apparently a thing that people do. I, personally, haven’t ever seen it before but I’m told it’s a thing.

“We’re going to lunch at Olio in Santa Barbara on Friday,” they said. “And then we’re going to go see the Bond film.”

Okie dokie. Not going to argue. Pizza and a movie? Sounds great. And so Friday came, and off we went. Lunch was amazing. Truly. I love a pizza that’s topped with greens. Something so delightfully unexpected about it, even after I’ve seen it done and I’ve eaten it before. Every time a pizza comes out and it’s covered in arugula or something, I just smile. This particular arugula-topped pizza was superb.

After lunch, it was time for the cinema.

“I like to have a little more room, so I’m going to scoot over,” said the man who had been sitting on the row before we all started to file in, and he moved down a couple of chairs. After a minute or so, he looked up and down our row again and said, “You know, I’ve never seen a guy bring six ladies to a Bond movie before.” Sure enough, only one of the men from our department had arrived so far. The rest of us were women. Everybody laughed. It seemed appropriate.

But how loud do you laugh? This is the part where it gets sort of weird. Because what happens when you’re in a non-officey environment with the people you’re normally in the office with is that your social self runs into your work self, and you’re not sure which one is supposed to be talking. Kind of like when you’re on the phone with someone and you both start talking at once, and then you say, “You go ahead.” “No, you go ahead. You were about to say something.”

You’re in a movie theater. With your coworkers. And someone has just made a joke that highlights the sexism that is sort of historically associated with the Bond franchise, and there you are. Do you laugh? Yeah. You do. Because it was funny. But it’s also sort of awkward, because your work self is still there inside your head, pointing out to you that “Hey, these are some seriously intelligent, capable, hardcore people. In real life, we’re sort of the opposite of a Bond film here.”

Maybe someday, my social self and my work self will get to be the same person. I hope that they’ll actually both be replaced someday by a different person entirely—an authentic self. I’d like to have just the one me that I take with me everywhere, and then that person would know how loud to laugh at jokes. Probably just depend on how funny they are.

But anyway, that’s enough talk about work and self and socializing. Because there’s something else that’s very important and we need to leave enough room to talk about it and that is: Daniel Craig’s eyes. Holy smokes. I think that guy could stop a train using nothing but those piercing blue eyes.

I actually enjoyed the film quite a bit. Daniel Craig has this lovely roughness around the edges. His face is lined and creased in all the right places and you get this sense that here is a person who has lived through more than you would ever see in a dozen lifetimes. He sets his jaw, and you just know that he’s got what it takes to get the job done, no matter what that job is… BUT… you also get an impression that even though he’s a hardened killing machine, somewhere deep inside, down at the bottom of the two deep wells that are those shockingly blue eyes, there’s something incredibly tender there. The film plays this out a bit. I won’t go into details or spoilers, but I will say, it’s worth seeing. I’d see it again, if only to stare into those beautiful eyes a few more times.

Aaaaaand I’m out. Until tomorrow, then.

2 thoughts on “NaNoBloMo Episode 3: In which we are feeling a bit better.

  1. Shauna

    You know, it would never even occur to me to think about how loud a laugh is appropriate at a work/non-work function. But then, I’m that girl that people refuse to go see movies with because I laugh SO LOUDLY that the whole theater turns to see who just made that AWFUL NOISE.

    Perhaps I should start thinking about the volume of my laugh.

  2. HB Post author

    I’ll go see a movie with you. Maybe you can give me lessons in laughing as loud as I darn well please. I think cultivating a healthy devil-may-care attitude, starting with the cinema, is exactly the sort of thing I’m looking for.

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