August first? How is it already August FIRST?
Forgive me. Just a temporary freakout. Time is flying, though, isn’t it? But then again, summer always goes so fast. It’s just the way it is.
Yesterday, it was raining and cool here (so great) so I decided, last minute, to head out to see Must Love Dogs. Completely by accident, I ended up breaking ALL my movie rules. First, because of the spur-of-the-moment thing, I was late for the movie. Not just the previews: but the movie. So I have no idea how it started. (I am usually in the theatre WAY too early, having to kill time answering all the stupid trivia questions onscreen.) Because I was so late, and there was a line for concessions, I ducked out DURING the movie to get popcorn. Which I also never do. And because it was so dark when I came back in, and I had my hands full and felt like I might crash into something, I ended up watching the movie from an aisle seat, towards the back, when everyone knows I am a third row center kind of girl. All of this was very different, but not necessarily bad. I could say the same about the movie: I felt like it started really strong, and cute, but just totally unravelled at the end, like they weren’t sure how to wrap things up so they just kind of slapped on an ending. That’s really common in movies these days, it seems, isn’t it?
But whatever. Diane Lane was GORGEOUS, and John Cusak was in total Lloyd Dobler mode, with long riffs and a very long coat that looked like something he actually wore in Say Anything. So that was good. Plus, my small popcorn was ENORMOUS. This was the same place that gave me a mini popcorn a couple of weeks back: this time, huge, I barely made a dent in it. And both called Smalls. What’s up with that? There’s no middle, people. Remember that.
Still, the movie was okay. I mean, I did need a chick flick, and it had some good lines. But then this morning, en route to the coffeemaker, I turned on the TV, and what was showing? The Jerk, with Steve Martin, one of my favorite movies ever. I got totally sucked in for about fifteen minutes, just watching it and laughing, even though I’ve seen it a hundred times. Good stuff. Especially at eight am. It was all I could do to pull myself away and get on with my day. If I’d had popcorn, for sure, I’d still be watching it. Not writing this, or getting ready to do all the stuff I have to do, or….anything. Just me and Navin Johnson, on a Monday morning, together. So nice. Oh, well. Back to reality. Let August begin!