Saturday with Dean

This afternoon, Dean and I talked about many things. He was ecstatic about F. Scott Fitzgerald, the one who wrote The Great Gatsby, which Dean have read like a zillion times already. You bet he has read it again last week, that’s why he was perceptibly ecstatic this afternoon. To add to the usual charm that The Great Gatsby can spell on him, he sort of ‘discovered’ another author, a copycat of F. Scott Fitzgerald he said, but nevertheless near as good as the original. John Ohara was the name I guess?

Anyway, other than that, we also talked about really mature things— not the obscene mature stuff, you silly— but things like how-we-wished-we-would-grow-up-to-be-the-persons-we-dream, and all those sorts running along that line of thinking. Dean was real solid on stuff like that because more likely than not, he is like me: a dreamer with many demands on dreams. Sentimental fools, too if I may add.

We smoked all afternoon, moved to a lot of places all over the campus while the talks never ran out. We went to this modish café near the art museum, which I have been eyeing to go to ever since I went back to work in the university. We had ourselves fresh brewed coffee, not so cheap if you might ask, but the place was swell so it was worth the price I guess. Anyway, if I may describe the café further, I’d like to use the word bohemia. That could be expected because it is located at one corner of the lounge of an art museum, and sometimes if you get just in time, you might be sipping your coffee next to a national artist.

Moving on further, we went to the university film theater next, just to try some luck if they were showing anything on a Saturday afternoon. Glad we did because the theater extended showing some of its rolls of reruns on weekends. The previous week was pink festival and guess what’s on the dark room? Gay flicks, anyone?

I bought a ticket only for myself; apparently Dean was going to watch some concert at another part of the university with his sisters later in the afternoon. Not that I was dying to watch a film with a very gay theme, but I decided to watch anyway just to check on it. I guess that would be cool too, because watching movies by myself is something that I rarely find as a good opportunity, so why not now? Besides, I have to learn to do it because in less than eight months I’d be living a very solitary life in Tokyo anyway. So yes, why not do it now?

The movie was mediocre of course, but don’t trust my opinions on movies I must tell you, because they get really, really screwy sometimes. Anyway, I must say I had a quality leisure time with the movie because the movie house, which is huge in size by the way, was empty save the not more than ten seats occupied at really random order. I swear you can jack-off a bit of your time or peecall all over the place and nobody would ever know. Plus, more than a quarter of the movie was in stark darkness but what do you expect on soft porns anyway?

That’s my Saturday. Not much happens on my Saturdays. On the same day, at the other end of the city, Marcus gets the fuck of his life, post-Valentine extravagance from his boyfriend, but that’s relatively unrelated to anything that I previously talked about. So never mind.