I have to say, I’ve had worse weekends. On Saturday I met up with Colin, who I hadn’t seen in about two years, and some of his friends, who I had never seen before. We spent some time shopping in the Village and eating in Chinatown before heading to Lincoln Center for a midnight screening of House of Flying Daggers. And because everyone has been asking: yes, it was great, and yes, Zhang Ziyi is even hotter in person. So that was Saturday.

Although you wouldn’t know it by reading the relevant archive page, Sunday made it two years that I’ve been with Chris (and nine months since I moved in with him). Last year we marked the occasion by going to see Eddie Izzard, but this time around we settled for Shaun of the Dead and dinner at Cafe Spice. I could go into some mushy stuff about how happy I’ve been over the past two years and how lucky I consider myself to have someone like Chris, but I’ll save that (mostly) for him.

And today I had the day off, which I celebrated by sleeping till 11, watching Delicatessen, and then napping with the cat until 5.