I didn't stop giggling the whole night. On the way to the party, 747 was making me laugh to the point I actually had to pull over on the side of the road, get the laughter out of system through a series of howls, take a few deep breaths, then continue.
After Martha Stewart's
(Her party was at her folks place in the sticks, where one area contained 3 goats, a grumpy black pig, a rabbit that thinks its a goat, and a gobbling turkey, with the kind of face that makes you realise that our creator does have a sense of humour. I get all bunny-hugging around animals, especially after a few toots, so I thought it a good idea to climb into the pen and talk to the animals one on one. You know, like in a Horse Whisperer kind of way. The rabbit just ran around copying the goats, the turkey gobbled at me, and the pig nearly tried to charge me. It had horns, ok, horns, coming out of its face.)
Went home to 747 and watched Legends Of The Fall. I remember now why I have only watched this movie once, when I was 15 and never again, because it is so sad and traumatic. And perhaps I was a little tanked, but shit, I cried the whole way through it.
Fuck, is it a film etched in tragedy or what? First the dude dies horrifically up against a fence after breathing in mustard gas during the war, then his wife starts shagging the other brother who then goes off the rails; then the brother leaves her to battle his inner demons. Then she shacks up with the third brother, but is still in love with the demon brother until she can't take it anymore and blows her brains out. (Brad Pitt = hot brother with issues. He is still smoking hot and completely fuckable in this movie, bless the heydays of his youth).
Brad Pitt's wife gets shot and dies, he gets ravaged by a bear in front of his kids, and the father (Anthony Hopkins) has a stroke and can only communicate through writing on a chalk board in jerky movements.
Cried hey. Buckets. Who watches Legends Of The Fall on a Saturday night after a massive farm party? We do I guess.
Am thrilled to be awake this morning. On the brink of another beautifully long, overworked week. Thrilled.