Thankfully, my face was getting better by the end of business on Friday, so much so that I could see the swelling disappearing next to my lips.  Saturday it felt worse, but then by Saturday night it was all but gone, and save for the places where I bit myself while numbed after the dentist on Tuesday, I felt much better.

This whole thing still had me self conscious most of the weekend.  It made Saturday’s trip to Lenox Square a bit awkward, as I felt that the sales people were already looking at me like something that should be swept out with the rubbish.  Not only did I look like a ruffian in my fraying jeans and cheap t-shirt, but my lips resembled a botched botox job.  Was I being judged for my fashion sense as well as my poor taste in plastic surgeon?

Probably not, but that’s what Lenox Mall always leaves me feeling like.  Hence why I typically avoid going there and to Buckhead.

Saturday night I was still feeling well enough to go see the Da Vinci exhibit at the High Museum of Art downtown. It was college night, so naturally all of the city’s uber nerds students interested in art came out. The line stretched almost all the way to the street by the time we got there, but once inside we explored several of the wings at our leisure.

I can’t say after being able to peruse the expansive National Gallery in DC that I am particularly impressed by the High, but it had some neat things here and there. I enjoyed the American painters and sculptors the most.

The Da Vinci exhibit itself was small and in my opinion underwhelming; it showcased Da Vinci’s sketches like the one above, and drawings for his scuplture, Gran Cavallo, a few unfinished paintings and many of his students’ work done under his tutelage.  But there were crowds of people around each small pedestal where pages from his sketchbooks were displayed in glass panels, people with their faces pressed up against the glass to examine the small bronze castings and squinting at the small explanatory type on the wall next to each artifact.

At the end of the night, I found myself thinking that if I were so gifted that I produced even one painting half as good as The Last Supper, I could die knowing that I did at least something with my life.

Sunday I was obnoxiously late for class, although nobody seemed to really care when I wandered in about twenty minutes late. To punish myself for forgetting the alarm, I went ahead and lifted heavy with high reps, so that by the time the class was done I felt as if I’d been to two classes.

Then I was very kindly taken to Flying Biscuit, one of my favorite brunch places in the city (and had a fabulous omlette, fruit, and of course a biscuit), and then to see Legion, starring my movie-husband Paul Bettany.

Actually, it wasn’t as terrible as I thought it was going to be. Entertaining, in fact.  If you don’t take it too seriously, then it was a great movie. Who wants more than Paul Bettany as a fallen angel? With guns? I sure don’t.

The critics were right about it secretly being a zombie movie though. If only there had been zombies and angels, maybe this would be award-worthy.  And if you ignore the ridiculous dialogue and the confusing (if at all present?) plot, then like I said, it’s entertaining.  What do I care that there were racist overtones, and that largely nothing happened for a good chunk of the middle of the movie? Or that Kevin Durand’s and Lucas Black’s accents are completely distracting and ridiculous?

Whatever. Paul Bettany is a fallen angel. Truth.

The rest of Sunday passed pleasantly enough.  I had to reformat my computer because evidently I screwed something major up in Windows 7, but now that I’ve reinstalled the OS… again… it seems to be in working order.  This was done, of course, in between bouts of baking peanut butter-filled chocolate cookies and eating semi-spicy udon noodles.
So all in all, it was a good weekend

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