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mmmm...bacon
Nov. 20th, 2005 01:12 pmSo we had a "girls night" last night which we do on a monthly basis (order pizza, watch the chickiest chick flicks ever).
Ugh, except the movie chosen last night was The Wedding Date, which was HORRIBLE. I mean, just unredeemably terrible. I've seen stupid romantic comedies before, and I've liked stupid romantic comedies before. I think they have a time and a place and serve certain moods very well. But The Wedding Date (Debra Messing and Dermot Mulroney -- he's a male hooker, that movie) was just a new level of awful. They start out antagonistic, and then all of a sudden, they're in love, and while I am aware the movies speed things up a bit, I literally asked out loud, did I doze off and miss the scene when they started liking each other? And there was this one scene when they were learning to dance when they started out angry at each other, and then by the end of the dance were smiling, and I guess that was it. That was all they did to transition. That was it.
Ugh, just uggggghhhh. The worst line? "I'd rather be fighting with you than making love to anyone else." Biggest laugh of the night.
Friday night I went to a friend's house and it was in the 30s outside, but he had a fire going in his backyard, so it was really nice out there, although we would have to rotate periodically like rotisserie chicken to warm up whatever was not facing the fire. Sadly no marshmellows. But it wasn't until I got home that I realized that I now smelled ... hickory-smoked. I keep thinking I smell ham or bacon or something, but, no, it's just my coat/jeans/hoodie. While that's not unpleasant, it is a little confusing. Mmmm...bacon.
Ugh, except the movie chosen last night was The Wedding Date, which was HORRIBLE. I mean, just unredeemably terrible. I've seen stupid romantic comedies before, and I've liked stupid romantic comedies before. I think they have a time and a place and serve certain moods very well. But The Wedding Date (Debra Messing and Dermot Mulroney -- he's a male hooker, that movie) was just a new level of awful. They start out antagonistic, and then all of a sudden, they're in love, and while I am aware the movies speed things up a bit, I literally asked out loud, did I doze off and miss the scene when they started liking each other? And there was this one scene when they were learning to dance when they started out angry at each other, and then by the end of the dance were smiling, and I guess that was it. That was all they did to transition. That was it.
Ugh, just uggggghhhh. The worst line? "I'd rather be fighting with you than making love to anyone else." Biggest laugh of the night.
Friday night I went to a friend's house and it was in the 30s outside, but he had a fire going in his backyard, so it was really nice out there, although we would have to rotate periodically like rotisserie chicken to warm up whatever was not facing the fire. Sadly no marshmellows. But it wasn't until I got home that I realized that I now smelled ... hickory-smoked. I keep thinking I smell ham or bacon or something, but, no, it's just my coat/jeans/hoodie. While that's not unpleasant, it is a little confusing. Mmmm...bacon.
