Living Life

Here, I often find myself having complete days off, either due to working nights, or due to the fact that both my part time jobs offer me scant hours throughout the week. And usually, I have no idea what to fill the day with. 

One day I biked up to the Lexington Reservoir at the end of the Creek Trail. 

I chose this picture due to the fact that you can see the trail snaking its way up the hill.

One day I just rode to Vasona Park, sat on a bench near the playground, and read.

One day I just stayed in the house, cleaned, and jammed out to music while doing so. (Jamming meaning singing along and dancing by myself in the kitchen) I often question what's wrong with me when I can't make the simple decision of what to do with my days off.

Other people have hobbies. I, on the other hand, need to get some.  

Yesterday, however, I made the best (albeit a very unsurprising) decision: to see a movie in Campbell. I had attempted to see a movie once before when I traipsed to Los Gatos to see Super 8, a movie I had been extremely excited for. The trip was cut short when I found out I had to work and wouldn't be able to stay for the whole thing. 

But yesterday, I knew I had the time to actually see an entire film (!). The great thing about seeing a movie by yourself in theaters is the fact that you can see whatever you want. I know that sounds pretty obvious, but how many times have you tried to see a movie with friends and while you were anxiously anticipating seeing something, you end up seeing something completely different? 

I ended up seeing Midnight in Paris, the new Woody Allen film that I've been reading rave reviews about. If ever there was a film completely devoted to the love of a city, it would be this film. Starring Owen Wilson, Rachel McAdams, Kathy Bates, and Marion Cotillard, I left the theater completely starry eyed and happy. 

Owen Wilson stars as Gil, who has come to the city with his fiance and her family for her father's business trip. One night, after drunkenly stumbling through the streets trying to get back to the hotel, he's asked to jump into an old cab. When he gets out, he enters a party from the 1920s, the time period that he raves about wishing he could visit.  He meets Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald, Cole Porter, and Ernest Hemingway. 

Every night, the same thing happens and every day he is once again in the contemporary world. It leaves you constantly wondering which time period he will choose.

It's funny, cinematically beautiful, and charming. The only part I have yet to completely understand is Rachel McAdams character, who despises Paris and considers it overrated and not nearly as magical as it is. I have a hard time believing that any woman would hate that city.