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party, Lola

If I could have only one superpower, it would be the power to sleep at will in any situation. But the possibly related skill of being able to eat a month's worth of food at once could have been useful at this Friday's party at Sofia's.

I spent the rest of the weekend at home, trying to get a bunch of loose ends tied up before we leave for Tempe on Wednesday. This morning I woke up (very late) to the season's first really big world-carpetting snowfall. I had this feeling I should have taken advantage of it somehow--maybe made a snowman or gone sledding or something--but lacked the energy.

Last night we saw "La Gloire de mon Père", based on a novel by the same name by Marcel Pagnol. It was charming enough, but I didn't see what it had over the book.

Then tonight we saw Demy's excellent "Lola". It's fun to see the shared character (Roland Cossard) and other little connections he makes between it and the two big musicals of his I've seen ("Les Parapluies de Cherbourg" and "Les Desmoiselles de Rochefort"). It was earlier than those two, must have been made under a much tighter budget, and the singing and dancing is reduced to one or two short scenes (both in character--"Lola" is a dancer). But the constraints don't lessen it at all.