It’s almost thursday and I’m just now re-capping the weekend. I’ve never had a job that requires me to work so much (most days I don’t leave til 7) but for the first time in a long while I really enjoy my day job. It’s the weirdest feeling, although it shouldn’t be, and I feel so lucky to be part of such a cool film festival. Our schedule comes out this weekend and I REALLY love most of the films we are showing. It’s also so nice to work with co-workers who I really enjoy as people. I’m used to working with interpreters where the most we have in common is our shoe size. These people are cool and smart and creative and almost every night there is some fun event that someone has planned. It also doesn’t help that we are in the Hamptons and we’re all Brooklynites at heart so some beer and wine on someone’s porch is really appealing most nights.
As per the picture above, you can only guess that the weekend was full of hot sex (read: humping pumpkins) and lots of beach walks. Picked up Martin from the bus stop late Friday night and spent the next two days enjoying his company - having him around even to drive with me, run errands, watch bad tv, help me make coffee - I just can’t explain how happy it makes me to have him as my partner-in-crime.
After some breakfast at this lodge-y cafe on a hill we went APPLE PICKING. Seriously though, it was the funnest thing I’ve ever done. There are so many kinds of apples…who knew??? And raspberrys and pumpkins and sunflowers, oh my. If I have kids one day, we will go apple picking every day because little kids picking apples is like liquid sugar through an I.V.
