You know when you’re watching some TV show or movie and there’s an almost obligatory shower scene with some hottie where they’re slowly letting rivulets of water pour over their bodies and they just seem to stand under the spray with their eyes closed, perfect cascading hair trailing down their backs (and how they’re makeup miraculously stays on)? There’s always a full body shot, tastefully done from outside the steamy shower where you can just make out their perky assets in silhouette because of course their shower curtain is clear but fogged up.

I always think to myself, “Who the hell takes a shower like that?” When I take a shower it’s always with minimal time to stand in the shower and contemplate life as rivulets of water wash over me. I’m in, I shampoo, I condition, I soap up, I rinse, I get the hell out, towel off and get ready for work.

But tonight, since my AC is dead for the time being I decided to take a cold shower before bed just to get rid of this humid stickiness. Since I had time, I decided to take the moviestar shower. A cold moviestar shower, but a moviestar shower nonetheless.

Well it was fabulous.

Maybe it just felt good to cool off, but I’m telling you it was wonderful to stand there under the spray not thinking about when I need to be out the door and instead thinking about nothing at all except how good the water felt. I posed provacatively under the shower nozzle with my eyes shut as the water ran down my face and neck. I stayed under the spray for some time just enjoying the feel of it. I turned and let it course through my hair. It was lovely and actually relaxing.

Of course I didn’t stay in there for an hour or anything. I do need to go to bed 🙂 But I will say that that was one of the more enjoyable showers I’ve ever had. And now I know why they shower like that in the movies 🙂

I know. What an odd thing to blog about. I don’t care. That was a damn good shower 🙂

Sunday I watched the 1967 movie, “In Cold Blood” followed directly by “Capote” with Phillip Seymour Hoffman. An interesting experience.

I’ll admit to not knowing very much about either subject. My impressions of the murders in Holcomb, Kansas are limited to Bill Bryson’s comments on it when he traveled through the town. He seemed genuinely shocked to discover the inhabitants of the town (well, the ones he talked to about it were mainly teenagers just off of track practice) barely knew anything about the murders.

Bryson accosted one of the coaches who told him that not long after Capote’s book was released the townsfolk hated it and resented how he used them to get his story and the book was never stocked in town or talked about.

Anyway I thought “In Cold Blood” was excellent. Made even more eerie knowing they filmed in the actual Clutter house only a few short years after the murders and bot long after the killers were hanged. The final scene of Perry Smith swinging from the rope was almost terrifying. Mostly because I was sort of shocked to find they still hung people in 1967. In Kansas. Right next door.

Watching Capote right after that was intriguing. Hoffman deserves all the accolades for sure. It was really interesting though to see the same events through his eyes, so to speak.

Fucking hell it’s hot in here. My AC conked out again so I’m sitting here just miserable wishing I could kill time before it starts working again by immersing myself in a pool (and not be surrounded by hundreds of screaming, splashing kids who don’t seem to care they’re invading your minimal amount of personal space.) My dream is to own a house with my own damn pool. Indoor so I could swim year-round. I’ll have a little waterfall too along with a slide.

*sigh*

I think I’ll go make do with a cold shower.