Rainy days and Audrey

Today it finally decided to rain, after almost an entire month without so much as a sprinkle. Take that drought. God, you know how much I love the rain, keep it coming.

There’s something elegant and romantic about rain. I think that’s part of why I love it. That and it reminds me of the great Audrey Hepburn in her timeless trench coat chasing after Cat in Breakfast at Tiffany's. {Which also happens to be one of my all time favorite films.}

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That’s enough about our beloved Audrey for now though, for if I don’t hurry and settle into my old comfy chair with a book the rain will be gone before I can take any time to enjoy it the way I love to.

Here’s to hoping you’re all having an Audrey-esque day wherever you are, and humming Moon River, no matter what the weather may be.

Always,
L.A.

Remember Nora

Tonight I finally watched when Harry Met Sally. Not only because I felt I'd done an injustice as a romantic-comedy enthusiast in never having seen it, but also because Nora Ephron, a great writer, an inspiring woman, and also the great screen-writer of this iconic movie, passed away last night.

Sigh. I would love to be somebody's Sally.
{Minus the twelve year drawn out friendship/love story! not to be impatient or anything, but jeez! Twelve years seems like a long time when it's currently over half of your lifetime!}

So raise your figurative or literal glass to this remarkable woman tonight, and take the time to laugh and cry along to your favorite chick-flick in her memory. I know I did.

Always,
L.A.

Sigh. I'm a sucker for happy endings.

"I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
-When Harry Met Sally

Wanted: My own Jake Ryan

Okay, so this isn't the best video clip, but it captures the essence of one of my favorite scenes from Sixteen Candles. (For those of you who aren't aware, Sixteen Candles is undoubtedly one of the best 80s flicks ever made. Oh, and also one of my favorite movies. Watch it! Then reread this post and come to better understand the references I'm making.)

Let's just say I'm feeling a little bit like Sam today. No, my family did not forget my birthday, nor would I ever let them. And no, my sister's not getting married tomorrow. (She's only 17! That'd be beyond weird!) But today I've come to find that working on your birthday majorly bites.

Here's to hoping there'll be a Jake Ryan lookalike standing in front of his red Porsche, waiting to take me back to his place for a romantic belated birthday party for two tomorrow. There we'll be sitting across from each other on his dining room table with nothing but a birthday cake between us. He'll ask me to make a wish, and I'll tell him that it already came true as we slowly lean towards one another until our lips meet for the first time. Sigh.

In my mind, it'd look something like this:

In reality, I'd probably end up catching fire or at least squashing the cake, and possibly even breaking that nice glass table we'd be sitting on.

But hey, a girl can dream can't she?

Always,

L.A.

P.S. I hope to have my "20 before 20" list up before tomorrow! Any ideas you're willing to throw my way are more than welcome! The list is still a work in progress...