How is it that I can be friends with someone for over ten years and yet never have gone to the movies with her?
We corrected that tonight by going to the Westhampton to see "The Young Victoria," touted as one of those historical costume dramas that women favor and men avoid, but really more of a heart-wrenching love story suited to romantic types of either sex.
My friend said her main squeeze wouldn't have wanted to see it and I certainly don't have such a person to even ask, so we got our buttered popcorn and Milk Duds and settled in for high romance.
From what I know of Queen Victoria, the film stuck pretty close to the truth, as it should have considering what a wonderful story her romantic life was in her youth.
As the longest-reigning British monarch, Victoria became queen at age 18 and shortly thereafter married the love of her life. Even after he died prematurely at 42, she insisted that his clothes continue to be laid out for him every day.
She also wore black for the rest of her life, but then, I once had a boyfriend who accused me of the same thing.
Hey, don't they say that black is slimming or flattering or some such thing?
Afterwards, we headed across the street to Cafe Caturra for the warmth of fireplace and wine.
After tasting several, we settled on a bottle of the Milbrandt Cabernet from Washington's Columbia Valley.
We were fortunate enough to snag two leather wingback chairs by the roaring fire and settled in to compare notes on Christmas, come-to-Jesus talks with a guy and how to occupy a day off (a subject on which I'm an expert at his point).
Naturally, there was plenty of discussion on the topic of romance or the lack thereof (sadly in this case, I was once again the resident expert).
The movie brought up an interesting point: is there truly such a thing as the love of one's life?
And if there is, does it become easier to overlook other differences in the relationship for the sake of being with a person with whom one feels that connection?
That's a rhetorical question, by the way.
Do I seem lucky enough to have the answer to that?