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Thursday, May 10, 2007

Nostalgia and a Patron Saint

Yesterday I was on my way to ~j’s house when I saw a sign for a Mexican restaurant. Of course, that’s nothing to blog about; you can’t throw a rock around here without hitting a Mexican restaurant. I was sitting at a traffic light and all of a sudden nostalgia knocked me for a loop. A year ago I’d been sitting in that restaurant with my friends Steve and Catheryn. There was much debate on coastal Mexican food and financial preparedness. We ducked down when someone we used to all work with, but didn’t like, came into the place.

Today the morning info shows had trailers and interviews for Pirates of the Carribean. Last year we all ducked out of work to catch the first showing of Pirates II. I guess we were always doing a lot of ducking.

It’s strange when someone close to you dies because there are always little memories around every traffic light or grocery store to remind you. Mostly, it just makes you miss them.

A friend of mine asked if I thought it was strange that sometimes she goes to Catheryn’s now abandoned blog to look at her pictures. I voted no, but of course I’m the one that still has it linked on my sidebar.

I ran to the campus bookstore to select a gift for FormerlyPhread’s lil ~j. I walked past all the BYU gear laughing a little at how Steve dressed as the football coach, Bronco Mendenhall for Halloween. I wanted to get lil ~j some fancy colored pencils so I took the stairs down to the art section.

It was there among the paints and tote bags that I had an almost religious experience. In the middle of the ready-to-purchase art was this picture:


How fitting that Cruise was nestled next to the religious artwork, giving us all hope in these dark times.

To tell you the truth, I was mesmerized by the soulful look in his eye. It made me want to sit down and weep for fear of having disappointed him in anyway. “I didn’t cure my baby blues with medication!” I wanted to shout at him, “I used vitamins and exercise!” My vitamins look a little, ok a lot, like cookies (vitamins are better when they come with fat and sugar.) As far as exercise, I think we can all agree that going from prone to sitting up in the bed is a hearty workout!

I’d like to thank Mr. Cruise for his love and support; it’s meant the world to me.

May I ask, what has Mr. Cruise meant to you?

22 comments:

c jane said...

I think Mr. Cruise sorta looks like Lucifer in that picture. (I don't think Lucifer is allowed at BYU.)
Cookies also cure loneliness, dizzy spells and sadness from missing someone.
I believe.

Lindsey said...

How sad. Truly sad.

sarah k. said...

I had a dream in which Mr. Cruise and I were best friends. He was calm, kind, and didn't jump on couches or belong to any weird religions. Wait, are we talking about the same person?

I'm so curious about that picture hanging at the BYU. Is it because he embodies all the virtues we espouse, like that other person that recently spoke at a little BYU shindig? So curious.

And vitamins. Many are fat-soluble, so if they are not accompanied by the fats, they will not fulfill the measure of their creation. We are doing them a service by consuming them in cookie form.

Azúcar said...

I like the way you think, sarah! I pretty sure the other vitamins are sugar soluble.

Mr. Cruise wasn't hanging by himself but was on an end cap of "art" that included an Elvis pencil drawing and several Greg Olson prints. I can't help but think that the twin velvet paintings of Joseph Smith and Fabio aren't far behind.

Linds, it was very sad at the time, and is still sad to think about too much. The missing people is the worst part. I could totally see Cat with me at the bookstore looking at Mr. Cruise--her eyes would go wide and she'd laugh while saying, "Weeeeeeeird."

Cookies cure all of that Cjane? I invented cookies.

April said...

I still think of your friends, too, and I didn't even know them.

Tom Cruise frightens me. The thought of meeting him face to face, with that manic grin, freaks me out.

Tori :) said...

Mr. Cruise has never done anything for me. I always envision sticking a quarter sideways up his HUGE nostrils...

Azúcar said...

Frightens? That's an awfully harsh word, April, I hope you can come around.

If met him I'd be all, "Vitamins, Battlefield Earth, Cole Trickle, frogs from the sky, glib." I bet he'd totally get me.

sue-donym said...

C Jane...you've seen Lucifer!? Did you talk to him, or just lurk?

I am tired of untimely deaths. I have had ENOUGH.

sue-donym said...

Uhhmmm...I went to ~j house. She's like a really good friend of mine. I have lots of friends, so...
(as I pull on my long hair)

fijiangirl said...

We recently lost a close friend of ours to a long hard battle with cancer. At the memorial service I thought of Steve and Cathryn. How do you deal with those feelings of regret? I should have gone over more often, I should have called, sent a note something! To me that is the worst part, missing them and feeling regret.

As for Mr. Cruise... I can't be bothered!

pflower10 said...

I was deeply in heart with Mr. Cruise and his volleyball scene (you know what I'm talking about) till I found out he's just about 5'6" in heels. He has just gone downhill from there in my eyes. WHO IS THE BUYER FOR THE BOOKSTORE? Is there enough of a demand for a bad pencil drawing of Mr. Cruise et al to be available let alone on display at said bookstore? It's too early to be planning white elephant gifts, this is definitely a 'what gives' moment!



I am sorry about what happened to your friends. I remember when it happened and felt so horrible about it. I can't imagine what it's been like for the loved ones of these people.

b. said...

Do you suppose when those little reminders come up they know on the other side that you are thinking about them?

b. said...

and mr c needs to pluck.
The soundtrack of the movie peef referred to provided some nice NCMO background music for me in the 80's.

~j. said...

Here's what I think of Tom Cruise.

Azúcar said...

So the colored pencils were the right way to go? Because I totally paused.

sarah k. said...

Yes, I love the Staedtler ones, and I think it's the prismacolors that also behave like watercolors. You can get them wet and play, play, play.

Melody said...

Tom Cruise means nothing to me. However, and I'm completely serious about this, Keanu Reeves taught me the meaning of lust ... something about his "LA cop arms" in "Speed."


Cookies for you, cookies for me, cookies for everyone. There has never been a greater source of comfort. (or vitamins)

~j. said...

Your thank you note will be sent shortly.

(Because I'm always writing thank-you notes sooo...I teach really good manners sooo...yeah sooo...)

Emily said...

Frankly, I think Tom Cruise is a big DORK.

MoJo's Weekly Update said...

Unfortunately, I feel a tinge of anger when I see Mr. Cruise. Only because of what I know and what I have been through. For some reason being actor means being an expert on everything.

love.boxes said...

I'm so sorry that you lost your friends.

Engineer: martha corinna; Conductor: j. bradley; Restless Riders: norah corinna, lucia louise, j. abram; On the Caboose: tequila the foxdog said...

So far I have been able to forgive all who have offended me, except for Tom Cruise. I am working on it. The quarter comment is awesome.