This weekend

I wasn't too gloomy at the wedding. I had a good time catching up with people I used to hang out with years ago. There was one immensely cool lesbian lawyer couple I made an unsuccessful bid to be best buddies with circa 1999, whom I flagged down and got to sit at my table, trying to have another go. My mother, who was also at the reception, seemed even more interested in this couple than I was. At some point, after I'd been wandering around mingling, I came back to find my mother deep in conspiratorial mode with the bespectacled forceful Asian half of the partnership, belly-laughing about politics.

Actually I think both my mother and my boyfriend made more progress on the lesbian couple front than I did. (He concentrated on the more wry and subtle one.)

While I was in New York, I also popped in to MoMA for a bit, and saw Volver. It's probably a bit late to point out that Almodóvar is fond of filling the screen with women characters, but man, that Almodóvar is fond of filling the screen with women characters.

Update: My boyfriend, Quincy, insists I add that at the end of the affaire, one of them said "We were just talking about how after [the last time I'd seen them, several years before] we were saying that Fortuna is awesome and we should be her best friends." (His rendering of the quote, not mine.) So maybe they do return my affection.