It was too early to go home but too late to make plans so I found myself at E’s place after last call. ”Is it too late to get a drink?” I asked anyway. (It doesn’t hurt to ask.)
"You can have anything you want," he said. Mischievous grin, dramatic hand gesture to his bar. "If you make it."
So following his directions, I muddled sugar with an orange rind. I counted a six second pour of Jameson, added ice and bitters, and stirred along the edge of the glass. I strained the drink over fresh rocks and twisted and ran a new orange peel along the rim.
"Great, now make two more."
Last night was a kind reminder to know that while you can buy something, sometimes it’s better to make one for yourself, and best to make them with and for your friends.
“I heard you’re dating,” A said almost immediately upon entering the bar. He planted himself directly to my right, which he wouldn’t leave for the rest of the night. Although it was his birthday, he insisted on buying everyone the first round of whiskey shots, including mine.
A long-time Linklater fan, I have been stalking this film on IMDB since it was called ‘The Untitled 12-Year Project.’ I was in the house in March for its early am SXSW Austin Premiere - particularly apt as it is about a specifically Texan upbringing and I am too specifically Texan* - and compelled to watch it all over again withgoodfriends during its Brooklyn premiere at BAM Cinema Fest.
Aside from the genius and novelty of a film about the passage of time filmed in real time, my review and impressions of the film can best be summarized by this scene in I Heart Huckabees.
Boyhood is everything and nothing in a meadow at dusk. It’s beautiful.