Friday, November 25, 2005

Hey, Underpants!

Tony Bennett left his heart in San Francisco. I left my underpants in Austin, Texas.

When it comes to packing, you can't get much more well-duh than clean underwear. I'm pretty sure I had some laid out and ready to go, but in my haste to get out the door, they all got left behind. This is a particularly bad realization to arrive at on the busiest shopping day of the year.

Somehow I managed a round-trip to Target and an abbreviated shower routine in less than an hour. My parents and I had lunch with our former next-door neighbors from Bellaire at an Italian place near Greenway Plaza. I can't recall the name, but it was pretty tasty.

Then we went to the casino-like Edwards Cinema megaplex to see Walk the Line. It's gotten a few less-than-stellar reviews, but I thought it was quite good. I've had a hard time warming up to Reese Witherspoon because I could never put her spot-on embodiment of Tracy Flick in Election out of my mind, but as June Carter Cash, she's pure angelic charm.

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