day sixty eight. monday night.

I'm done numbering the days. I can't keep track anymore.

It's Monday night, and I just got home from Sins of My Father. It was a quality documentary about the son of Pablo Escobar, who was 16 when his father died. The movie stayed very close to its subject, resisting the urge to stray into the larger context of Pablo Escobar's life and the Columbian drug trade. And the animation during the title sequence was mesmerizing. If you don't have much time, just go see the first 10 minutes of the movie.

I had just come from Gros Morne at the Drake. Kudos to Hot Docs for trying something new, by screening a movie at a bar with a live soundtrack. If you weren't there, you missed it.

I arrived at the line up for Sins of my Father at 9:10, fifty minutes before the movie started. I rolled up to the back of the ticket holders line and had this conversation with the man in front of me.

Me: Hey, do you mind saving a spot for me?
Ear Bud Guy: [looks baffled]
Me: I just want to go bring this gelato to my friend in the rush line and eat it with her [holds up two oozing Dolce gelato cups].
Ear Bud: [looking incredulous] How long are you going to be gone?
Me: Well, probably until the line starts to move, then I'll come back.
Ear Bud: [not having it]
Me: [wondering where the guff is] We're all allowed to save an extra spot in line for someone else, so, you could just, well, save me a spot. I could be your someone.

As if on cue, Round Head sidles up to Ear Bud.

Round Head: [to Ear Bud] Hey Doug.
Me: Maybe I should ask this guy. [Rotates body 30 degrees to the right to face Round Head.] Hello. Do you mind holding a spot for me while I go eat this Gelato with my friend in the rush line?
Round Head: Sure, no problem!

Crisis averted.

Tomorrow is a nights of toss ups. I am waffling (mmm) between Feathered Cocaine and 12th & Delaware for the 6:30 screening, then David Wants to Fly, Canal Street Madam or Marwencol in the 9:00 spot.  I'll do some thinking in the shower tomorrow morning and check back in during a lull at the office.