If dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts
Counting Crows - Mrs. Potter's Lullaby

I've been thinking about movies and music and dreams this morning. Last night I had a really weird dream or series of dreams that seem to have morphed into one. Parts of this dream seemed like a movie and it was influenced by things I had seen in movies/tv recently - there were elements from The Ice Harvest, I Heart Huckabees, The Da Vinci Code, and last night's Sopranos episode. Weird.

I had a really full weekend! Friday night I went to my book discussion group where we discussed Bee Season. Everybody seemed to have liked it a lot. There were a lot of people there this time, so it was a lively discussion, and not always about the book. It's fun to see where the conversation leads. We usually chat a little bit and then talk about the book for a while and then we'll get onto other topics, usually other books and movies that we recommend to each other. It's great to get together with a bunch of smart, articulate women and talk about stuff like that.

Saturday morning I met up with Trish and her friend Karyn and we headed to OKC. There wasn't a great turnout for the artist's talk. I was a little disappointed but I thought it went OK, anyway. I was really nervous and forgot a lot of what I was going to say, but I think it made sense. Someone that I didn't know came up to me after and said she enjoyed it, so that made me feel better.

Amy and Michael were there, too, so it was fun to see them. Everybody helped take down the show that evening, so it went really quickly. I definitely recommend having six people pack up your show for you. :-)

We went to a Chinese place for dinner and Clint, the rockstar gallery dude joined us. He told us a little about OKC and the music scene there. It's a much more progressive (less conservative) city than I had originally thought. Or maybe he just knows the cool people and areas...

After dinner, Trish and Karyn and I went to Bricktown. It's sort of a touristy night spot area. We walked along the river and witnessed a potential domestic abuse case, listened to annoying tourist boat captains, and saw lots of graduates, wedding parties and prom dates. It was a busy night in Bricktown.

Amy and Michael had recommended a place called Nonna's, so we went there for dessert. We sat on their third floor patio and listened to the competing live music from Nonna's and some other place across the street. We had some really great desserts. Then we waddled back to the hotel and got some sleep.

I remembered to charge the battery for my digital camera, but I forgot to actually put it in my camera, so I didn't get any shots of the festivities. I'll have to post a link to Trish's pics when she gets them up.

On Sunday we loaded everything up into our cars and headed home. It all wouldn't have fit in my car. Luckily Trish's car has a huge trunk. She can rent it out as a studio apartment if she needs to.

After we got back to my studio and unloaded everything, we decided to go see The Da Vinci Code. Nothing like sitting in a car for three hours and then going to a movie! I liked the movie. I had really low expectations, so it would have had to be really really bad for me not to like it. I loved the book but not in a "great literature" kind of way. It was really well put together but not well written, if that makes sense. The dialogue was really bad, for example. But the book itself was clever and fun. I enjoyed getting out my art history book and looking at the paintings.

It's been a while since I read it, but it seemed like the book had more to do with Da Vinci than the movie did. There seemed to have been reasoning behind why the guy picked the particular paintings to leave his messages by... There were some differences that I could remember, but nothing that bothered me. Tom Hanks' hair only bothered me a few times. I guess it was long so he could look dissheveled or something.

Trish's friend Joann sent me a great new cat link! Kitten War!

Colleen got me thinking about music, but I'm going to post that one later...