The boy at the movies
August 13, 2002did i tell you about the boy at the movie theater? he parked across the street from me and sat one row away. i had no desire to talk to him, i just wanted to watch him from my seat. i wanted to see if he laughed at the same parts i did. i wanted to see if he danced, too.
but two girls came by — squealing and squeaking because they hadn’t seen him in ages — and whisked him away to the front of the theater.
i saw him after the movie, smoking a cigarette. he saw me, too. and smiled.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
