Posted by: fireweaver | July 7, 2007

connections

once upon a time in college, a group of us headed off to the student center to watch a movie. periodically, the MSC would have old & new movies, for free or for cheap, sometimes sneak previews and sometimes old chestnuts. one night, they felt the need to show ‘the muppet movie‘, and we just couldn’t say no to joking around with kermit & gonzo, so off we went. the mood in the theater before things started up was lighthearted & jokey, everyone laughing about hanging out at a kids’ movie (just a touch of that ‘i’m secretly too cool for this’ irony), but the whole place instantly galvanized to attention with the first bouncing bars of kermit’s banjo. not a few people launched right into

Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side?

and by the time we hit that first chorus, everyone was singing along, all traces of irony torched away with

Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.

last night, we were in little italy for the first night of the annual summer outdoor film fest. every year, this little old man puts a movie projector in his 3rd floor bedroom window, shining cinema out to the side of the restaurant across the street, with the parking lot and the street and the curb packed full of lawn chairs. we always bring a picnic basket of wine and cheese and fruit, and chat in the sweltering heat, and have a great time. for various reasons, we didn’t make many of the movies last year, so it’s been a while, and i really missed the very laid-back atmosphere and low-key fun of the whole thing. we reminisced about missing friends (Lynn, we miss you up there in boston!!! and this was always Debbie’s fave summer event…), introduced new ones (Jen, the newest vet at my company came with and had a blast), dished about work, and chuckled at the opening cartoon. they always open the film fest with ‘moonstruck‘, and that same wonderful sing-along magic kicked in with a mandolin this time:

When the moon hits your eye, Like a big-a pizza pie,That’s amore.
When the world seems to shine, Like you’ve had too much wine,That’s amore.

amore, indeed.

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