With that, it’s on to the weekend:
Friday: Tonight, Greg and I are going to see the hilarious
hit comedy, Zero Dark Thirty. But
seriously, I’m actually nervous to
see this movie. I know there are torture scenes and a have a feeling Katheryn
Bigelow didn’t just gloss over them, you know? BUT, Greg wants to see it, and I
dragged him to Les Miserables (only
the BEST MOVIE OF THE YEAR) a couple of weeks ago, so off we go. All of this
means that I will, quite shockingly, have seen THREE of the Best Picture Oscar
nominees (including Lincoln). That’s
a lot of highbrow movie watching for me.
Saturday: Welp, tomorrow I have some thrilling plans to
scrub the house during the day. I know, I know – you are jealous. Saturday
night we are going out to dinner with the in-laws for my FIL’s birthday. During
the winter, it’s hyper-important for me to have at least one outing planned per
day on the weekends. I go absolutely stir-fucking-crazy otherwise. My SAD
(seasonal affective disorder) is in high-gear right now, and I must keep busy
to push through. I know, I know, it’s a little bit lighter later now – but having
it not-completely-dark at 5 p.m. isn’t enough for me. I fantasize about the
days where it’s light out until 9. With great, great longing. GREAT LONGING.
Sunday: We are going to watch some of this “football” that
people get so excited about at a friend’s house Sunday afternoon. I will
probably not so much be “watching” this “football,” but I’m happy to hang with
friends nevertheless.
And you?
4 comments:
I would like to arrange a weekend outing for you where you come here, help me pack my glassware and dishes, and we drink lots of endrunkenating beverages.
I would not have gone to see Les Mis on my own (oh, god, I can't believe I said that, ha!) but I'm glad I went because I think it was better done than I expected. I hope I get to see a couple more of the nominees in the next little while, because I have had a serious lack of movies in my life.
I'm late to the party and have seen neither Les Miserables nor Zero Dark Thirty. Ryan Gosling and his perfect face and zoot suits in Gangster Squad entice me but I haven't even had the time to go and see my on screen boyfriend yet. Shame on me.
Everything I've heard about Zero Dark Thirty is that it's a propaganda vehicle for justifying torture. See? If we torture people, good things happen! Not sure I'll see it.
I wouldn't say that at all.
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