Today Hilary and I did a dramatic reading of the Bridget Jones’s Diary script.
We sat in the upper corner of the Payson library, I wrapped my scarf around my head “in the manner of Grace Kelly,” and we read in loud, obnoxious British accents to the empty room (and Rob, who put in his headphones, because he’s an only child and doesn’t know how to deal with annoying little sisters.)
I took the Bridget role and Hilary took every other part, and my goodness you know something too well when the script you read from does not have character names, just dialogue, and you still never miss a beat.
Also, whoa Hilary, I don’t want to speak too soon, but Academy Award nod for your Pamela Jones performance?
I think so.
Rob asked us why we didn’t just watch the film aka why are you girls so crazy, and Hilary gave him a look and said, “Umm, Rob we’ve seen the film a million times. This is more fun.”
It’s been one of those weeks. A week of finals and craziness. A week after the week I had to finish my book in 2AM sessions.
At the end of these types of weeks, reading the Bridget Jones’s Diary script out loud with a crazy headscarf seems only appropriate.
Tomorrow I head back to Utah and head back to Christmas. Something about living in LA has meant that Christmas is lost in perfect weather and palm trees. I’ve tried to feel festive and even thrown on tights with my dress + ankle boots uniform lately, but that’s really more ceremonial than anything.
I haven’t set up a tree. I barely listen to Christmas music. No amount of coconut macaroon hot chocolate is putting me in the mood this year.
If Salt Lake can’t change this nothing can.
And now I need to say something about macaroons.
There is a line in The Holiday where Jack Black says, “And those chocolate-covered macaroons. Delectable.”
This is one of my most-quoted movie lines, ever.
Last year when Cait and I were watching The Holiday, I expressed how Jack Black is the weak link for me in the film. All other characters I believe and love (oh hey, Judeeee), but Jack?
Cait argued pro Jack and soon things got…okay, not heated, because who really cares? But then Jack said the chocolate macaroons line and we both just burst out laughing.
His tone, his delivery. It was over the top, and Cait immediately gave up her argument, because chocolate-covered macaroons.
It’s the type of thing that’s probably only interesting to the two of us, but now every time I hear macaroon I think of that movie and I wish I was a person who knew how to make gifs because that’s what I should be looking at every day.
Also, the pronunciation of gif! Let’s talk later.
Yesterday I ordered a pair of black ankle boots, and I know what you are thinking, “Jill, did you need those?” and the answer is yes. All I want/need in my life are ankle boots and every shoe in my closet that does not fit the bill feels completely unnecessary/burdensome and I want to return them all and get the money back and then buy more ankle boots.
This is my mindset and I’m not changing it.
You should know I started this post as a 2013 music post, so that’s about where my mind is.
Happy end of finals to you all! I hope you have a Hilary in your life that you can do a dramatic Bridget reading with, or at the very least I hope you eat a lot of macaroons.