Face came over again tonight. Which made me happy, because I'm perpetually afraid I will have to sit in the dark by myself.
Instead, we went to the market and bought LOTS of stupid stuff that we definitely didn't need (Note to self: Do not go grocery shopping when you are HUNGRY. Bad idea.).
We got back to the house and made ourselves a lovely little dinner of some lasagna-like substance -- freaking awesome -- and tater tots. We also got strawberries and a pineapple for a chocolate fondue, but we stuffed ourselves so much on the real food that we just never got around to the chocolate.
We set ourselves up for a little dinner party in the library complete with candle light, and had our dinner in upholstered chairs with cream soda in pink plastic champagne flutes.
It was amazing.
My new favorite movie of the moment is Elizabethtown, which I bought as a last minute, completely unnecessary purchase, and which we watched with dinner. I nearly cried about 7 times but caught myself. He's such a pitiful character in so many ways, but he has so much that I want.
And then there is the love interest, Claire. At the end, she gave Drew a "map" which was really a binder full of notes and CD's and things to do and people to meet on the longest solo road trip of his life. And Face said "Just like you."
And then we discovered that aside from the superskinny, superblondeness of Kirstin Dunst, she was me. She's creative and intuitive and a bit crazy. She makes the best 44 hour map of everything and everywhere she knows he needs to see, and she takes control in moments of crisis.
I would rather be her than Julianne Moore's character that was the last person we thought was me in a movie. The problem with her is that she was more of a control freak than even I am. Or maybe, just more than I am now.
I think the best part of the movie, and defintely the part that made me cry more than any others, is when he started scattering the ashes. Because he was visiting these really incredible places, like where Martin Luther King was shot and the Mississippi river and he started scattering his ashes because he felt like his father would have wanted it.
But really it was the fact that he had always put off taking this road trip with his father, so this was the chance they had to bond. Even though one of them was dead. And that made it meaningful.
Anyway, my point is that I liked the movie.
And I liked the dinner, and I like that pretty soon, I will have a bed, especially now that I have 2 nice pillows to put on it.
I have NO idea how I'm going to sqeeze in everything I need to get done this weekend.
Bed shopping, jaking, dinner party, finish data entry, paint the new office, game day, etc.
I will be a happy girl when Kate is safely moved into her new office, even if she is giving me a ton of money to make it happen right now.
The stress is almost too much for me.
Almost. Not quite.
Instead, we went to the market and bought LOTS of stupid stuff that we definitely didn't need (Note to self: Do not go grocery shopping when you are HUNGRY. Bad idea.).
We got back to the house and made ourselves a lovely little dinner of some lasagna-like substance -- freaking awesome -- and tater tots. We also got strawberries and a pineapple for a chocolate fondue, but we stuffed ourselves so much on the real food that we just never got around to the chocolate.
We set ourselves up for a little dinner party in the library complete with candle light, and had our dinner in upholstered chairs with cream soda in pink plastic champagne flutes.
It was amazing.
My new favorite movie of the moment is Elizabethtown, which I bought as a last minute, completely unnecessary purchase, and which we watched with dinner. I nearly cried about 7 times but caught myself. He's such a pitiful character in so many ways, but he has so much that I want.
And then there is the love interest, Claire. At the end, she gave Drew a "map" which was really a binder full of notes and CD's and things to do and people to meet on the longest solo road trip of his life. And Face said "Just like you."
And then we discovered that aside from the superskinny, superblondeness of Kirstin Dunst, she was me. She's creative and intuitive and a bit crazy. She makes the best 44 hour map of everything and everywhere she knows he needs to see, and she takes control in moments of crisis.
I would rather be her than Julianne Moore's character that was the last person we thought was me in a movie. The problem with her is that she was more of a control freak than even I am. Or maybe, just more than I am now.
I think the best part of the movie, and defintely the part that made me cry more than any others, is when he started scattering the ashes. Because he was visiting these really incredible places, like where Martin Luther King was shot and the Mississippi river and he started scattering his ashes because he felt like his father would have wanted it.
But really it was the fact that he had always put off taking this road trip with his father, so this was the chance they had to bond. Even though one of them was dead. And that made it meaningful.
Anyway, my point is that I liked the movie.
And I liked the dinner, and I like that pretty soon, I will have a bed, especially now that I have 2 nice pillows to put on it.
I have NO idea how I'm going to sqeeze in everything I need to get done this weekend.
Bed shopping, jaking, dinner party, finish data entry, paint the new office, game day, etc.
I will be a happy girl when Kate is safely moved into her new office, even if she is giving me a ton of money to make it happen right now.
The stress is almost too much for me.
Almost. Not quite.
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