Fujian Gal wanted to go watch License to Wed because of Robin Williams and also because one of her clients is the father of John Krasinski. (She had an interesting story to tell in this regard--apparently when he was trying out for The Office, the father was heard to be complaining, "My ----- [I forgot the exact adjective... loser?] son is trying out for some stupid show in L.A. We'll see if that happens." He had not been successful before.) I was very reluctant to watch it because I find Robin Williams annoying; but since she wanted to watch it, I decided to go with her. Besides, she was paying for the ticket. We went to the vigil Mass this afternoon, since for some reason she didn't want to go tomorrow. Then we went to Verizon store since she had to return to some times, then a quick stop at the automated teller machine, and then Star's for some items. Dinner was at Victoria's--salt and spicy fish filet and General Gao's chicken (for which Fujian Gal had a craving, but she didn't like the Victoria's version, since it was too much like sweet and sour chicken, though with chili), plus West Lake minced beef soup. The movie itself was what I expected--not so funny. It seems to condone fornication and premarital cohabitation. While it does talk a little bit about compatability and of course the importance of communication, I don't think it offers enough insight into what makes for a successful mariage. (The movie Knocked Up was probably not much better in that respect.) I feel asleep during the part where Mandy Moore is driving with a blindfold, and woke up after Fujian Gal started elbowing me. (I had been snoring.)
While we were driving over to Victoria's, Fujian Gal was chatting with a coworker from Benetton on the phone. Evidently he used to work on State St., but quit because he didn't like his job anymore. So... now he's working at Benetton and partying and getting drunk. He sounded like a teenager or a 20-something, but apparently he's actually in his late 30s. What to make of that?!? Well, she's not impressed with him either, but she said she "likes to hang out with a variety of people" because she's "nice." I suppose for the sake of just hanging out that's ok, it's just something I barely relate to these days... I do think she should be a little bit more picky about the people she hangs out with. But then again, she's in no rush to get married so...
As for adultlescent males... perhaps I should be more "compassionate" but these days they usually annoy me more than anything else. What a contrast they are to a friend who is older than me by just two or three years. I've known him since 1998, when he was one of my teachers. Perhaps it's a Virginian thing? I wish.
He has an air of gravitas that is lacking in so many young (and middle-aged?) adults. I think all of my other older friends (there aren't many) I met at the seminary. Hrm... now I'm feeling a bit nostalgic for seminary life. For me, not much can compare to being around mature serious Catholics... men who have a secure grounding in the faith and their sense of vocation. I'd rather be teaching in a religious house of formation or a seminary, and have a chance at molding the youth, than in a big college or university where I'm just an interchangeable cog in the education machine. What would St. Thomas More advise?