I saw two movies this weekend. Let me explain.
The first was meant to be SATC (for a second time, with my friend Barbara), but it was sold out so we saw M. Night Shaymalan's "The Happening" instead.
Was he joking? Was he joking with that? I'm waiting for a "JK!" followup to come out, because good gravy. Let me just ruin that movie for you right now: It's plants. Plants are making everyone kill themselves. Plants are committing "terrorism" to thin out the human race. PLANTS. In one scene Mark Walberg tries to calm this ficus down, talking to it going, "It's okay buddy. we're not here to hurt you," as the ficus quivers angrily in the breeze. LOL COME ON!
So needless to say, Barbara and I planned a redo Saturday night, when we went for sushi and properly saw SATC the movie. Would you believe I cried AGAIN?! That movie is supposed to be insipid and shallow but secretly entertaining, and yet I outwardly and publicly emote over it like it's Othello. I can't help it! MIRANDA COMES BACK, and so does Steve.....oh!....I can't help it.
So other than that I went to the Dublin Taste Festival to walk through the park and sample the cuisine of all the 4- and 5-star restaurants in the city. One restaurant, L'Ecrivain, hosted a cooking show where the head chef demonstrated how to cook lamb. The head chef had an assistant chef there to help him. His name was Paddy. Paddy was attentive....very attentive. He had dishes out before the chef needed them. He hung on the chef's every movement. He stood silently at the chef's side, watching him with a dutiful yet steely gaze. I'm a lady who is fond of doting....it was cool. This guy is definately a foot massage, let me get you a glass of wine type of guy who still seems to know what he wants.
Oh yeah, and he cooks, obviously.
Anyway, it was a brief and fluttering moment of passing interest in the profession. Think I could get Evan to donn the chef's hat and be made in the image of Paddy? :) Hehe, no no I am quite content with my lawyer man just as he is.
So anyway, okay I'm going to get back to my new desk. I've been moved into the executive corner, which affords me a window cube but....how can I put this....kills something deep inside of me. Sitting here with these shmoozers, all smhmoozing this JERK executive director right now. He's telling a story. They're all contorting themselves in fits of fake laughter, hanging on his every word. I'm typing. Just typing. No WAY am I doing that dance!
Have a good Monday folks! Mind the ficuses! Ficusi? Fici? Ficae?....er, plants!
The first was meant to be SATC (for a second time, with my friend Barbara), but it was sold out so we saw M. Night Shaymalan's "The Happening" instead.
Was he joking? Was he joking with that? I'm waiting for a "JK!" followup to come out, because good gravy. Let me just ruin that movie for you right now: It's plants. Plants are making everyone kill themselves. Plants are committing "terrorism" to thin out the human race. PLANTS. In one scene Mark Walberg tries to calm this ficus down, talking to it going, "It's okay buddy. we're not here to hurt you," as the ficus quivers angrily in the breeze. LOL COME ON!
So needless to say, Barbara and I planned a redo Saturday night, when we went for sushi and properly saw SATC the movie. Would you believe I cried AGAIN?! That movie is supposed to be insipid and shallow but secretly entertaining, and yet I outwardly and publicly emote over it like it's Othello. I can't help it! MIRANDA COMES BACK, and so does Steve.....oh!....I can't help it.
So other than that I went to the Dublin Taste Festival to walk through the park and sample the cuisine of all the 4- and 5-star restaurants in the city. One restaurant, L'Ecrivain, hosted a cooking show where the head chef demonstrated how to cook lamb. The head chef had an assistant chef there to help him. His name was Paddy. Paddy was attentive....very attentive. He had dishes out before the chef needed them. He hung on the chef's every movement. He stood silently at the chef's side, watching him with a dutiful yet steely gaze. I'm a lady who is fond of doting....it was cool. This guy is definately a foot massage, let me get you a glass of wine type of guy who still seems to know what he wants.
Oh yeah, and he cooks, obviously.
Anyway, it was a brief and fluttering moment of passing interest in the profession. Think I could get Evan to donn the chef's hat and be made in the image of Paddy? :) Hehe, no no I am quite content with my lawyer man just as he is.
So anyway, okay I'm going to get back to my new desk. I've been moved into the executive corner, which affords me a window cube but....how can I put this....kills something deep inside of me. Sitting here with these shmoozers, all smhmoozing this JERK executive director right now. He's telling a story. They're all contorting themselves in fits of fake laughter, hanging on his every word. I'm typing. Just typing. No WAY am I doing that dance!
Have a good Monday folks! Mind the ficuses! Ficusi? Fici? Ficae?....er, plants!
Hey Kerry! The Happening was a joke. Saw it this weekend too and can't believe I spent 6.50 for it. That old lady living by herself was insane in that movie. Hope your having an awesome time.
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