Like I said, we were in Hot Springs this past weekend for SCMLA and decided to stay overnight because the Film Festival was also going on. The presentation went reasonably well and was over by 2, so we thought we'd mosey* on down the boulevard and stop off at one of our favorite galleries on the way. But when we got there, we found that the space was being gutted. We proceeded on to the Film Festival, only to discover that none of the 10 or so films we wanted to see were playing in the two days we were there. And then a bug flew up Mister Boyfriend's nose and wouldn't come out.

So we went back to the hotel and mutually pouted for a while, until the pouting itself was sufficient to convince us we should haul ourselves back out. On the way out of the parking deck, I, in my absent minded fashion, bumped into Ken Burns as he was getting out of a car. We didn't speak, but he gave me the nicest smile. So Mister Boyfriend and I went across the street to the Faded Rose and had a rather good dinner, which featured appetizers of fried green tomatoes and stuffed mushrooms. Then we came back to the lobby of the Arlington because the signs promised a live band playing the "Top Hits of the 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's." It started at 9, and was rather fabulous. The lobby is straight out of the 50's, with a baby blue ceiling and pink walls and molding everywhere. Chandeliers sprouting up from the floor, and huge jungle murals with big, improbable flowers and slightly psychotic monkeys on the walls. The floor was full of couples dancing, and we drank and watched. Each of them was their own story and own world. And so were we, there in the midst of it all.

*It was either a mosey or a meander. I'm not sure which.