Disappointing, yet amusing

1. Going to a world premiere of a piece by some contemporary German composer in Charleston. I seated myself with my hosts, and prepared to be veerrrrrrry open to the new music. We sat through 30 minutes of a man hitting a wooden door with two staircase newels (or are those the posts? not the huge one, but the smaller ones). He hit it . . . interestingly, but he was hitting a wooden door with construction scraps for half an hour. I found myself longing for the Dvorak piece from the day before--the chamber music bit that made me cry. My conclusion: I am a fuddy duddy.

2. Cleaning up my nightstand and finding a pack of condoms that had expired. This is never a fun experience, because it gives a shelf life to things that we like to think of as timeless or at least attractive past a certain date. But then I remembered why I bought this particular pack and had to laugh and say, "thank god they're some left!." Hahahaahaha bad choices. My conclusion: I sometimes date bad bad men, but at least not for very long and at least I'm safe about it. New promise: buying the higher end stuff, sleeping with the higher end fellows.

3. Mr. Brooks, the film. I have loathed William Hurt for a long time, and Kevin Costner is a less-than-favorite actor. Yet, I liked them both tremendously in this film. What, are my tastes evolving? Shudder. Amusing? Demi Moore now has complete froggy mouth from whatever lifts she's had. Yet, she looks fabulous in a bathing suit. Tough call.