my memorial day weekend - which included yesterday too, i guess - was about as good as they get. i spent it here, where i wandered around with no shoes on and soaked up the sun in a rare abandonment of my usual pallor. i’m still in the burned stage, and it looks like it might be a fade-to-light-tan sort of burn rather than a peel-for-weeks burn. but we’ll see.

that my parents know how to post-finals pamper their daughter has become abundantly clear - i returned to brooklyn last night with new shoes, new glasses, and a stomach full of homemade casserole. it was good to see them again; five months is too long, i think. i didn’t get to see as much of my brother as i would have liked, but at least he was kept occupied being domo kun, and a spectacular domo he was at that.

monday was on-and-off pouring, so it turned into a movie sort of day - i finally watched being john malkovich and an ideal husband, both great in very different ways. i’m a sucker for wilde and minnie driver both, so husband was delicious in a very (understandably) british way. malkovich is one that everyone’s been telling me for months i needed to see, and they were of course completely right - i loved it. it was exactly my favorite flavor of weird.

so yes, the weekend was great, and i’m back in new york all pinkish and relaxed. hurray!