Been Thinkin'.

No, not the card game.

Tonight is our greatly anticipate Bridge Party. It had strange beginnings, this party. Many moons ago, I was dating this guy named Paul, who showed me the trailer for a rather intriguing film called The Bridge. In a nutshell, it's a documentary about suicides off the Golden Gate bridge, which, apparently, hosts more suicides than any other bridge in America. I can see why, too. The bridge is imposing - almost intimidating - but host so some absolutely stunning scenery. I've spent a good chunk of time on the bridge; I can almost imagine stepping to the edge and plunging into the blanket-like fog that would carry me into oblivion. Or the Pacific. Whatever. Apparently, one girl lived through it only to jump again, successfully, some time later. I'm interested to hear about her.

Anyway, I've got this friend named Rob. Rob recently moved next door. His particularly awesome mom, Maggie, a very hippish spirit, comes to visit on occasion. On one particular occasion not too long ago, she mentioned interest in The Bridge, seemingly out of nowhere. I had long forgotten about the movie, but was excited to talk to another person who was familiar. My dear friend Olivia was there, and she works for the library, so she told us she's snag it. Thus, the Bridge Party was born.

Like a clutch of eager children, we began planning the details. Since the movie was centered around something so San Franciscan, we'd make it a theme party. Traditional Irish Coffees, sourdough and crab fondue and maybe some Ghirardelli chocolate. The three of us are going to meet up after work and go on a shopping trip.

Maggie has some, uh...interesting opinions on suicide. I was with her when she was saying that she thought suicide was neither selfish nor brave, but that it just was. I've always held a similar view, myself. She lost me, however, when she started in on pre-determined fate and that it is just "their time". Should provide for some interesting discussion.

This is my kind of party. The boys aren't interested, which is a shame, but the three of us morbid gals will have plenty of fun by ourselves, watching a creepy documentary and gnawing on tasty treats. A great Halloween pre-funk!