magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I met Bret, his friend Amanda from Boston who I had met years ago, and who has just moved to New York to attend grad school at NYU, and her roommate Rebecca at the Museum of Sex. One of the two current exhibitions is about the histroy of sexuality in China, which given my background in Chinese I found somewhat interesting, but not overwhelmingly so. The other was contemporary artworks dealing with themes of arousal, which like most shows I've seen recently (in museums and galleries) had a couple of interesting pieces, and a lot of stuff I felt was simply mediocre.

We took the train out to Astoria later, to Amanda and Rebecca's apartment, where Bret's car was. I had only been to Astoria once before, two days ago, to the same stop on the train. And both times, left by car.

Bret left his stuff at my house, and then we headed back into Manhattan for dinner. Ate a huge meal at Angelica Kitchen.

We had walked past a movie theatre on the way to the restaurant, and he had suggested maybe catching a film after dinner. Reading synopses of what was playing, we both stopped at the description of Code 46 and looked up to see when it was playing.

Had some drinks at KGB Bar. Then back to the theatre.

The movie was very good. But depressing. I felt that the ending was lacking in something, but from my own experience in trying to write endings I know that they're hard. I may have been somewhat prejudiced about the ending to Code 46 because of the use of Coldplay's Warning Sign which brought my own emotions into it, in a way.