No bike ride today...it's too windy. I can barely peddle the two miles on a normal day, the wind would put me at ground zero. So, it's been a house day.
I never told you about the cinema last night at the winery. First of all, it was cold and second, it was wonderful. The screen was huge and there were stars out and not a large crowd, which made me sad for them and possibly for me, if my crowd looks the same in two weeks.
Victor Lazlo is fabulous, right? Handsome and driven, passionate and generous, and his heart is in the right place. Then, there's Rick. Who isn't as handsome, hangs out in a bar sitting on the fence, and often states that he wouldn't put himself out to help anyone. But, here's the thing...Victor dreams of it, all the right moves, but Rick, he makes them. And it seems like he never even thinks them through, they just happen to occur. For all Victor's romantic planning, Rick is the get 'er done guy. He makes a girl feel safe in that taken care of way. Not in the "everything will be okay" way, but in the "don't worry, kid, I'll take care of it" kind of way. Meaning that he may not handle it in an agreeable manner, but it will be handled. Victor seems to be open to reason, more of a conversationalist.
I believe that Ilsa wanted Rick to make the decision, and I think she wanted to get on that plane. Who she really wanted to go with, I'll not guess at...but that she didn't want to be left in war torn Casablanca, I am pretty sure of.
I'd never seen it on the big screen, so that was a real treat. Big HOllywood was meant to be on the big screen and under the stars it was ever sweeter. I'm glad I went, although the turnout was less than enthusiastic. And there wasn't popcorn.