Ok. Well, not really wedding. But I have your attention. Here are the latest photos off the wire of Noah and Allie! I realize that, in most circumstances, I would not care about pictures of a couple eating lunch, or a couple walking, or a couple laughing together. But this is Noah and Allie–they hold a special place in my heart. And damn it, I care. They could be engaging in the most benign of activities, such as picking up doggie poop, and it would make my day!
Allie: Noah, I love the scruff. It’s hawt!
Noah: Hey Allie, let’s go back to the house I built you. We can, wink wink, you know.
Allie: Tee hee. Oh Noah!
Noah: I got another letter from that girl named Alexis Nectar. She’s freaking me out. What the hell kind of name is Alexis Nectar, anyways?
Smooch!
Um . . . I hope Perez doesn’t get a hold of this picture!
Allie: Hurry up and finish this so we can go back to the white house with blue shutters!
Alas, my week is complete. Thanks to Daily Mish Mash for the heads up and Pop Sugar for the pics!
Noah Calhoun and Allie Hamilton have found each other once again. After over a year of separation, Noah and Allie were spotted canoodling at a Southern California club where Noah (aka Ryan Gosling) was DJ’ing. For those of you who have not seen The Notebook, what the hell is wrong with you? It’s one of the greatest love stories of all time–second only to Dirty Dancing, which I will write about tomorrow in celebration of its 21st anniversary. The Notebook tells the story of Noah, a country boy with a heart of gold, and Allie, a city girl who had a big ‘ol stick up her ass when she first met Noah. After a carnival, a tender dance in an empty street, a bike ride through the woods, and various excursions on the open water, Noah and Allie became completely enamored of each other. At the time that Noah and Allie first split last year, Noah (aka Gosling) reportedly was accosted by angry women asking Noah to explain how he could let Allie go.
Noah. I’m happy you finally found your way back to Allie. I apologize for all the letters I wrote you, asking you to reconsider the breakup. I’m sorry for calling you an insolent pig. I’m sorry for sending you the tissues carrying my tears at the news of Noah and Allie’s separation. I’m sorry Noah. I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you every day for a year. And boy, did my hard work pay off. Because your love wasn’t over for me. And it’s still not over!
Some clips of Noah and Allie (aka McGosling)
And yes, for those who know me, that last video does hold a special place in my heart.
This time, I thought I’d highlight a song you might not have heard of–Almost Lovers by A Fine Frenzy. I was introduced to this song by my good friend, Courtney Galiano (everyone in SYTYCD is my good friend). I present to you the lyrics, brought to you by LyricWiki:
Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick
Well, I’d never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Shoulda known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you would never, never forget
These images
Well, I’d never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Shoulda known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you’re gone and I’m haunted
And I’ll bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy to walk
Right in and out of my life
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Shoulda known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
And as a bonus, here is the song, played to scenes from my second favorite movie of all time, The Notebook:
And the song again–remixed and less “slit-your-wristy” says R. C.
Speaking of Almost Lovers, I believe I once had an almost lover. I don’t mean to brag, but I was once an almost lover to an exotic Italian man during my bar trip with my friend, V. V and I were walking down the streets of Florence, passing the Duomo cathedral and enjoying the sites. Without warning, the man of my dreams approached us on his bike (not a motorcycle, more along the lines of a 10-speed Huffy). Let’s call him Filippo, because that’s a good Italian name. Filippo rides his bike toward us as dusk falls upon the beautiful city. I can see the sun beginning to set over the horizon, and an orange glow covers the ancient city. Filippo pauses as he approaches, calling out to us, “Ciao bella!” Flattered by his words, V and I were startled by the welcome but continued, unable to respond in kind through his beautiful language. Filippo slows down, pacing us on his bike, and he says to us, “Sex me!” Ahhh–the eloquent words of this Italian man, who is glistening with sweat on his Huffy, sings to my heart and soul. Grasping for the proper words of romance, I say to Filippo, “Fuck off!” Undaunted, and apparently on to my hard to get game, Filippo responds, “Oh. You like fuck?” At this point, V and I were ready to dive onto the spokes of his bike and take off with Filippo into the sunset. Unfortunately for Filippo, and unfortunately for us, our hearts were spoken for by men at home.
Filippo. If you’re reading this, this bella sure likes sex and fuck. You will always be my almost lover.
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