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LB: Hey, there's a new bookstore in the square
LB: And cafe
RF: I think they're filming a movie
RF: I mean I know they are but I bet it's connected
RF: L. in the grocery had a bit part
LB: That’s just mean
RF: I KNOW
RF: I would LOVE those things to really be there
LB: That explains the apparent tent city in the square.
LB: I was thinking maybe the theatre is having a storage issue?
RF: We have one damn picturesque square friend
RF: It's practically Stars Hollow around here
The last time they filmed a movie in the square, it was a Christmas movie. They filled the gazebo1 with piles of hay bales and heaps of fake snow.
The production hung strings of golden lights back and forth across the road. Afterwards, the community association bought the lights and kept them up. It's freaking adorable.
I'm hoping all this movie money means that the city leaves the original buildings up instead of selling the land off to build condos.
[ETA: I went out in my winter coat and stripey pyjamas to see the square. We seem to be hosting a Valentine's Day movie. They've dressed the soap shop as the truly ghastly-looking True Love Bookstore and Cafe. [edit] What kind of name is that? It isn't even a terrible pun.]
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S, LB and I managed to make it to the gym last night despite the tail end of my cold.
In the locker room afterwards, I walked into one of those awkward geometries where you have to reach by someone to get to your stuff, so I performed that combination of apologetic grunts and eye-pointing that signals a need to get by. I didn't have my proper glasses on2, so it was hard to make eye contact. The guy turned towards me.
"Ah, so you're the one next door," he said. "You're pretty noisy. Lots of complaints."
"We're just trying to have a good time," I said, because folks, I am game. If the guy in the change room wants to role play that we are next-door neighbors, I am here for that.
"They were bringing round a petition to kick you out, but I wouldn't sign it," he said, "I said no. I said you were okay."
"Well, thanks for sticking up for me," I said, and we parted friends.
I've never been teased in the change room before, even by people I know. I felt kinda special.
{rf}
1. Yeah, fine, we have a gazebo, but it's not a big Stars-Hollow bandstand. It is set flat on the ground and can only fit a small jazz combo.
2. My swim glasses used to just be my previous glasses, which were very scratched but otherwise normal glasses. Then one arm broke off, and I went to the glasses before those, also very scratched. Then one arm broke off of those, but I discovered I could still sort of balance them on my nose, so now I'm the guy at the pool with the trash glasses.
LB: And cafe
RF: I think they're filming a movie
RF: I mean I know they are but I bet it's connected
RF: L. in the grocery had a bit part
LB: That’s just mean
RF: I KNOW
RF: I would LOVE those things to really be there
LB: That explains the apparent tent city in the square.
LB: I was thinking maybe the theatre is having a storage issue?
RF: We have one damn picturesque square friend
RF: It's practically Stars Hollow around here
The last time they filmed a movie in the square, it was a Christmas movie. They filled the gazebo1 with piles of hay bales and heaps of fake snow.
The production hung strings of golden lights back and forth across the road. Afterwards, the community association bought the lights and kept them up. It's freaking adorable.
I'm hoping all this movie money means that the city leaves the original buildings up instead of selling the land off to build condos.
[ETA: I went out in my winter coat and stripey pyjamas to see the square. We seem to be hosting a Valentine's Day movie. They've dressed the soap shop as the truly ghastly-looking True Love Bookstore and Cafe. [edit] What kind of name is that? It isn't even a terrible pun.]
* * * * * *
S, LB and I managed to make it to the gym last night despite the tail end of my cold.
In the locker room afterwards, I walked into one of those awkward geometries where you have to reach by someone to get to your stuff, so I performed that combination of apologetic grunts and eye-pointing that signals a need to get by. I didn't have my proper glasses on2, so it was hard to make eye contact. The guy turned towards me.
"Ah, so you're the one next door," he said. "You're pretty noisy. Lots of complaints."
"We're just trying to have a good time," I said, because folks, I am game. If the guy in the change room wants to role play that we are next-door neighbors, I am here for that.
"They were bringing round a petition to kick you out, but I wouldn't sign it," he said, "I said no. I said you were okay."
"Well, thanks for sticking up for me," I said, and we parted friends.
I've never been teased in the change room before, even by people I know. I felt kinda special.
{rf}
1. Yeah, fine, we have a gazebo, but it's not a big Stars-Hollow bandstand. It is set flat on the ground and can only fit a small jazz combo.
2. My swim glasses used to just be my previous glasses, which were very scratched but otherwise normal glasses. Then one arm broke off, and I went to the glasses before those, also very scratched. Then one arm broke off of those, but I discovered I could still sort of balance them on my nose, so now I'm the guy at the pool with the trash glasses.
