- morning run

-breakfast with my family

- hanging out with my brother for the whole day (pre birthday activities)

- going bbq ing

I had such a good weekend. My favorite dates are the ones that don't seem to end.

Saturday: we woke up in the afternoon and had a lovely breakfast of my boyfriend's leftover coconut rice, Italian beans and tomatoes, and a sunny side up egg fried in butter. Then we rushed to make our 1400 showing of Sátántangó. 7.5 hours long + two 30 minute intermissions. A lithuanian film critic told us a story of going to a showing and half way through, Béla Tarr drunkenly stumbled on stange and demanded that they stop the showing because the theater was too modern and the aspect ratio was wrong and the audio was stereo instead of mono and they actually stopped the showing. I had a pretty good latte and later a ginger lime kombucha (the evernt was sponsored by a local company). We split a brownie. I cried at the bit with that cat because I was scared that they actually killed a cat, so I left in the middle of the 2nd part to search it up (the cat was fine and alive). Afterwards, a thematically fitting thunderstorm hit. We pulled up our hoods and booked it to a nearby bar. We stood outside under the eave with our acquired drinks and tried to figure out what we just watched. We returned home when the rain let up enough for us to walk to the bus stop. After showers we had a very good late night fuck.

Sunday: We woke up around noon again. I always wake up earlier, so I had time to get washed up and stretched for the day before diving back under the covers for morning cuddles. We ate Japanese sweets, a souvenir from a friend, and a white chocolate dove, a birthday present from his grandmother. We had a quickie (as quick as getting eaten out and fucked into the bed can be) then got ready to go out. I found a fat fluffy orange cat on the way. I meowed at it and it meowed back and came over. I gave it chin scritches and it flopped over, an incredibly sweet boy, so i called Lover Boy over to pet it, but it ran away. Lover only grew up with dogs, so he moves a bit scarily for cats. Sometimes, I tell him that he has dog energy and he acts offended and insits that he has cat energy (i concede, but i know that he acts like a terrier). There was a vintage popup market i wanted to check out at the old prison. I bought us espresso. He made fun of me putting a sugar pack in. He bought and incredibly ugly button shirt that I dont understand the historical fashion significance of. I found a cute red mesh off the shoulder top. Its not something that I would normally wear, but I want to wear more colour and patterns. We took photos at the photo booth. I used to love doing this in the past, but I haven't gotten the chance with him. I get to put him on my fridge with the other people I love now. We had italian style pizza with a puffy crust that I thought was amazing, but he claimed that it used to be better. Our waiter had a russian-italian accent. I tried this bubbly German chocolate for the first time. We sat on the grass in the park and listened to Perfect Day - Lou Reed. We watched Perfect Days together in the past and now i think about it when we sit in parks. We continued to talk about Sátántangó. I watched the clouds. We went back to his and while he cleaned up we listened to a few albums. I was having too much fun hanging out, so I didn't leave until 2100. I listened to the Perfect Days soundtrack and missed my stop on the bus.

Always thinking about Hirayama when I look at my trinket tray

"The world is made up of many worlds; some are connected, and some are not."

Fml yes please