Yes, the title is ironic.
Last week was fairly slow, with not much in the way of excitement. No dates to speak of, no big traumas, just good, old-fashioned hard work, and elbow grease and a third term that also suggests production and efficiency.
So perhaps it’s a good moment to travel back into the mists of time - 145 million years ago to be precise.
Lou always really liked the movie ‘Jurassic Park’, and one of our best ever dates was going to see a big screen revival at the IMAX in London. I’d remembered many of the iconic shots, and of course the majestic score by John Williams (and I bet it’s been a while since the last time you noticed the score in a modern film…), but I’d forgotten what a roller coaster the film was. I’m pretty sure I ended up throwing a good percentage of my popcorn in the air at the bit where the computer nerd gets attacked by the Dilophosaurus.
It was awesome fun, but… actually, now I think about it, the evening ended a bit poorly. I wonder why I remember it being such a great night? Ah the memory is a wispy flibbertigibbet sometimes. Yeah, we were with friends, I wanted to stay out, Lou wanted to go home and I was resenting having to go back with her. The crazy thing was, she was insisting I could stay out, but I felt I couldn’t let her go back on her own in case something happened. So it was one of those Möbius strip arguments, where she wanted to leave, I couldn’t let her go alone, and was thus resenting her for making me go home early, even though she repeatedly told me I could stay out, but I couldn’t stay out, because she wanted to go home, and I couldn’t let her go alone… etc. etc.
I have to admit, I was pretty drunk while I was trying to convey the logic of this to Lou, and I think she pretty much just stood there facepalming frustratedly while I acted like a complete penis.
I think that might have been the beginning of the end for her really, as we broke up just a few months later.
I didn’t make this slightly esoteric playlist for her as an apology, but I probably should have.