Breakfast At Tiffany’s

Real life kept me out of world for most of the day. In the evening, I made the leap into my second world. After sorting through my IMs, I made a quick trips to Aynnie & Hart’s, Lexa & Ivan’s and Kia’s stores. I got some things I need for the house but still don’t have a plan for my upstairs. NTL, I worked alone around the house and later at my store but left SL early.

Sometimes, real life becomes an extension of SL and vice versa, and it was that way last night when I returned to real life. I made a little dinner, then curled up in front of the T.V. with my blankie. I had recorded Breakfasts at Tiffany’s and was looking forward to seeing it again after maybe 20 years since the last time I saw it.

From the opening scene, I was drawn back into Audrey Hepburn’s exquisite beauty. I had forgotten how petite and lovely she was and how she inspired my own sense of femininity. For a few moments, my thoughts drifted to her unique life and how it ended too soon, but the movie was too gripping to allow my mind to wander and I spent the next hour and a half experiencing the world of Holly Golightly.

The movie’s story is classic in every way, a story about a woman desperately seeking security and love in a world of users. Holly appears to be open, even transparent and yet she guards her heart instinctively and fiercely. Only through the twist of fate that brought writer Paul Varjac (George Peppard) into her world, is she given a lifeline to a life worth living, but her own wily nature nearly destroys that chance. Fortunately, the movie ends with Holly and the only man who really understands her uniting in a happy ending. The final scene with an embrace in the rain should make anyone cry their eyes out, and I did.

When I was in high school, my best girlfriend read the novella that the movie was based on. I know that the book ends differently, and I’ll never read that book for that reason. I suppose many guys would call this a “chic flick” and that is too bad, but some men will never understand women. Maybe that is why some women never understand men, and so it goes in it’s endless cycle.

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About Yordie

I'm an avatar in Second Life where I star as the heroine of a virtual fantasy life. In the real world, I'm writing my debut sci-fi novel.
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