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old stories In my effort to hurry and upload an entry for yesterday I neglected to say what I thought about Shakespeare in Love. Actually when I uploaded I had been awake for close to twenty four hours and most of my higher brain functions had shut down. The few short paragraphs had been composed in the early moring hours at work when I was more coherent. Before I get to my review I want to flesh out some of the entries from a year ago. I noticed that they have been sitting unfinished for a year now and I want to fill in the gaps and forget about them. The entries in question are the ones about the leather jacket and being a Wisconsin hick. I still have the leather jacket that Brenda bought for me a year ago. She detested the other coat that I wore and was determined to have me in something else before I could meet her peers. My debut had to be flawless. I'll admit that I look good in the coat, but I really didn't have any problems with the other coat. I should also mention that the coat I have is not the one that Brenda picked out for me. The first one she got for me didn't appeal to me and was too big. When we went back to the store to return it she showed me her other choice and we went with that one. So at least I was partly involved in what I would and would not wear. People would comment that we had matching jackets but mine was a softer leather than hers as she would point out. In hindsight this was the first of many changes that would take place between us. Of course as a slightly melodramatic gesture I took the leather jacket with me when I moved out and forgot my old coat there. It wasn't intentional at first, but I am sure that it annoyed her a little. She had said in the beginning if we ever fell apart it was mine, because she said that she wasn't that way about things. Maybe she sensed something about us even then. Why it took eight more months to figure it out I don't know. Later in the year when we talked about some of the things that I had left behind, I didn't feel like going over to get it and she certainly wasn't going to make any effort to bring it to me. She isn't one to deal well with the past. For example a belt that had belonged to her husband laid in the same spot on the floor in the spare bedroom for months. She wouldn't have anything to do with it. Okay, enough. The other entry that I want to complete is the Wisconsin hick one where I went snowmobiling with her and her family. It was a memorable moment for me and I am sure that I made quite an impression on her relatives. The plan was to ride to a bar on the snowmobiles. The problem was that there were only two sleds and six of us. This meant that two people had to ride in the truck to the bar. It was a given that Brenda and I would ride since we were the guests. Soon it was decided that Bill and Vickie who owned the sleds would ride in the truck. Before they left hey decked us out in their gear and we were on our way. Except for the time when Brenda fell off of the sled very little happened on the way to the bar. It was at the bar that I first called Brenda princess. Her family ate it up. On the return journey from the bar, Brenda and her sister decided to ride in the truck with Bill and Vickie. This left her brother-in-law, Tom, on one sled and me on the other one. Well, it might have been the alcohol or he just wanted to show off, but as soon as we cleared the trees he took off as fast as he could. Soon all that I could see of him and his sled was dim red lights in a cloud of snow. So I did what most men would do in that situation. I sped up to catch him. It was a straightaway and I knew that if I tried hard enough I might just do it. Then it happened. I was airborne. Somehow I knew that the sled had left the ground behind. My time in the air was probably only a few seconds, but it was great. It was pure adrenaline and I loved every moment of it. Then the sled came back down and I landed with it like a pro. My body took very little of the impact and I didn't lose control of the sled when the treads dug into the snow again. It was a brief moment of glory for me and no one but me saw it. Soon I saw where he had stopped ahead of me. When I got next to Tom I told him what had happened and found out that he had done the same thing, but hadn't landed as smoothly as I did. He had come down with his helmet smashing into the steering column. He not only managed to break his visor, but gave himself a bloody nose as well. A small hill had given him a bloody nose and me a small rush. Hindsight tells me that I was pretty lucky that I didn't get hurt. I could just as easily have landed wrong or into a tree. It was dark and I had no idea where I was going. Still it makes for a nice little story. I have always loved Shakespeare so I was hoping that I would like Shakespeare in Love and I did. Oh, it isn't the truth, but who cares. Shakespeare has always been open to interpretation and it will continue to be that way in the future. The movie made me actually like the characters of Romeo and Juliet who I usually can not stand. Now someone has to make a film about Kit Marlowe.
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