My best friend Jewish Karl Rove and I went to see Lincoln and thought it was great. We got there with a comfortable few minutes to spare, found our seats and settled in to eat our Junior Mints and enjoy the show. By the third preview, some loud jerk came bumbling along and asked me if the seats on the other side of me were free. I was pretty sure they were free and invited him to sit there and he said no, could you just move down one seat.
NO. I explained that I couldn't because then I'd be behind people and I'm not tall enough to see over them. He looked at me as if I were the one inconsiderately interrupting the previews to make a demand on someone who responsibly showed up on time and found the right seat for their vision after testing out three separate rows. My best friend, darling that he is, moved to my other side and this troupe of jerks sat down next to me. Then, the late jerk tried to stare me down as if I should be embarrassed. You kidding, fool? I'm not a stickler for catching the previews, but I strongly prefer to watch them. I'm a stickler for not being interrupted and pulled from my movie-going reverie.
He passed gas noisily throughout the entire movie as if he ate some 3 month old sloppy joe's right before entering the theater. He also gasped and sighed his shock and fear about the outcome of events throughout this movie portraying American history that's been on the record since 1865. It took all I had not to turn to him and say calm down, bub, they did outlaw slavery. The North wins the war. Good movie, good characterizations, I highly recommend it to anyone who likes movies that take a close look at a series of events with intense historical significance.
I can't believe summer is over and I've just eaten Thanksgiving turkey. I'm never invited to make anything for the holiday, but this year I decided to just show up with delicious crab tarts and three different dipping sauces, all made from scratch. I was very proud of how they all came out, but the hostess threw them away and washed my serving ware. I totally should've gone pigs in a blanket. At dinner, I ate until it hurt to inhale, which I didn't think would happen because I had food poisoning last night. Oh the things I'll put my body through for the right meal. My sister gave me a charm bracelet with "Aunt" charms and she's pretty big these days - due February 6th. There really is going to be a squealing pudgy little baby at our next Thanksgiving meal - hard to imagine. There's often a lot of vomiting, but next year it'll be cute vomiting.
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