On Friday night Josh and I chowed down at Chipotle (burrito bowl--yum!) before retiring to his apartment for a documentary double feature.
First we watched No End In Sight, a definitive documentary on the war in Iraq. Where other Iraq documentaries are plodding and mind-numbing, this one is whip-smart and engaging. With the constant barrage of headlines about this bombing or that citizen revolt, it was nice to back up and get the bigger picture from a well-made, non-preachy documentary featuring interviews with some very high-ranking government officials (who actually concede errors were made) and other well-respected talking heads. As Josh said, "It's nice to see all this information in one place."
Next we popped in Shut Up and Sing, which I've now seen three times (it was Josh K's first time) and seeing it again set in stone my love for the film. The documentary explores the controversy when Natalie Maines, one of the Dixie Chicks, said at a concert "I just want y'all to know that we're ashamed the president of the United States is from Texas" just before the Iraq war broke out in 2003. A media hailstorm ensued, complete with country fans smashing and burning Dixie Chicks CDs. The film is an intimate portrait of the group, whom you can't help but grow to love and admire as the cameras follow them from that fateful moment up until their win three years later for Best Song of the Year for "Not Ready To Make Nice." I'm not a country fan, but after seeing the documentary I definitely went out and bought their CD.
Both are must-see DVDs. They really are pefect to watch as a pair, too. Check 'em out.
On Saturday Josh and I had brunch at our favorite diner in Hell's Kitchen before hopping the 2 train to Brooklyn to check out the Brooklyn Museum.
The Brooklyn Museum.
Judy Chicago's "The Dinner Party," the much-celebrated 1970s feminist art milestone.
Josh H. browsing the collections, hoodie and all.
Goodnight, Brooklyn Museum!
Afterward we took the train to Union Square where we hit up Strand Books. (I may or may not have purchased three books in a measure we all like to call "retail therapy.") We went to Paragon to hunt for a winter jacket for JK and then got sucked into the nearby Barnes & Noble (where I bought another book--oops!).
After our Brooklyn/Union Square Saturday we went to Josh's and decided to have a good old fashioned Josh & Josh slumber party. We bought snacks and sprawled out on the floor to watch Battlestar Galactica. Later I bunked down on an air mattress and Josh crawled up in his loft and we talked long after the lights went out.
On Sunday we had brunch again and talked about our respective breakups. Every time we talk it all out it seems to gets easier and easier to metabolize. We each went home for the afternoon (I spent most of it finishing Philippa Gregory's The Other Boleyn Girl) and then met up in the early evening for a shopping excursion to SoHo that included Uniqlo and Urban Outfitters.
We finished the night off at a Village coffee shop (one of my favorites, on Mercer Street) where we sipped drinks and basked in the rush and steady low rumble of NYU grad student conversation, listening to the piped in indie music and assiduously practicing our best covert people-watching skills.
The walk back to the subway was brisk. The autumn weather had finally decided to show itself in clouds of exhaled air that went before us as we walked. We zipped up our jackets as we passed the brightly-lit arch in Washington Square Park. A few blocks later we descended into the West 4th Street stop and caught our train home.