I just got back from the Esquire on Oak Street downtown. Watched Monsoon Wedding with Sharon and Erin. It was fabulous. And I definitely wouldn’t mind seeing it again. I cried a lot, both out of happiness and anger. Stepping out of the theatre all three of us just couldn’t stop talking about it. The colorfulness of everything, the music, the dancing, the flowers, the traditions portrayed. We were all "gushing" as you might say. After seeing this movie you just can't help wanting a fantastic traditional indian wedding. Or at least a wedding with all of the excitement (but not drama) like this one. And of course, there is the strange fascination to chew on a marigold the next time you see one.
Sunday, April 07, 2002
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