La Belle Époque of me

Today I got on my bike and rode through the hot, hot heat and went to see a matinee. I walked into the theatre and went straight to the top, back row, right under the projector. I was early. No one was here, not yet anyway. I thought, life is sweet, life is sweet! I like to be early when seeing a movie. I remember a few years ago being out with my girlfriend at the time. We walked by a theatre and she noticed that the new Woody Allen, Vicki Christina Barcelona was playing. Come on, come on, she urged. But it was starting in 5 minutes, I said. There isn't time! She forced me  — which was a good thing — and I, panicking, followed her lead into the theatre. Thankfully we made it before the coming attractions started, whew! Today, here I was seeing the latest Woody, Midnight in Paris. It was a perfect choice as I wanted an escape and this movie was all about that. The main character, a writer (of course), finds himself transported to '20s Paris. He hangs out with Hemingway, Dali, Picasso and Cole Porter to name a few. It's basically about the illusion people have that a life different from theirs would be much better. I thought what is my golden age, my Belle Époque? Where would I want to go? When would my life be better? At that moment I didn't want to be anywhere other than having just seen that movie. When I left the theatre I was disoriented and was half hoping it would be raining, as there is something sexy and inherently romantic about the city in the rain, which if you've seen the movie you will understand. But it wasn't, it was bright and the sun was beating down as I jumped on my bike and slowly peddled back into my world.