Pizza and Goodbye

Today was Day 2 of the conference our Graduate Student group puts on every year. I presented, and it went quite well. But I’m sick, so by the time it was over, I was ready to crash. So I came home, ordered a pizza, and hunkered down to watch one of my favorite movies, “The Goodbye Girl.”

Funny story about that movie…the last boyfriend I had, years and years ago, was getting ready to leave Omaha for the greener pastures of BYU. And at the time, we were (I thought) totally committed to our relationship. But having been burned by the trek to Utah in the past, I was very doubtful that it would work out. I was talking about it with my parents one night, when one of them–probably my mom–said, “He needs to leave his guitar.”

It had been a good decade since I’d seen “The Goodbye Girl,” so it took me a while to pick up on her reference, especially since he was a pianist. But she was exactly right. He needed to leave his metaphorical guitar before he left for Utah.

He didn’t, and it didn’t work out, and as much as I know I shouldn’t be like Marsha Mason’s character, I can’t quite help it. I’ve got priors, and they occasionally affect me. So I suppose it will take a Richard Dreyfus (who won an Oscar for his performance) to chill me out. My favorite line comes at around the 1 hour 45 minute mark. I don’t want to spoil it for you. Go watch it. One of the best romantic comedies around.

Sidebar: Pizza Hut contributing to the obesity problem: they made my pizza wrong on the first try by leaving off one of my toppings, so they made another pizza and gave me both of them. What am I supposed to do with 2 medium pizzas?

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