This is what they look like.
What sad, sad lives y’all must have led, to never experience the delight of whoopie pies. You have my sympathy.
Maybe when I go to Maine this summer, I’ll send y’all whoopie pies. If I remember, that is.
So, I started watching Autumn in New York last night, Fred sitting near me while pretending to read his book. I don’t know how the last half of the movie’s going to be, but the first half hour or so was just so awful it made me squirm. I mean, I get that Winona Ryder was supposed to be playing young and quirky, but was she supposed to playing a 12 year-old? Gah. I turned to Fred and said "First of all, ONLY IN NEW YORK would people think hats like that are the height of fashion (Wino’s an ARTISTE and does things like create weird-looking hats dontchaknow), and second, I’m REALLY GLAD I’m married and won’t have to ever do that idiotic dating dance again." Not that I ever did THAT particular form of the dating dance, but y’all know what I mean.
Plus, can I just say that Richard Gere’s character was under the impression that he was FAR more charming than he actually was. And the morning after he and Wino slept together, when he was giving his "I don’t want to get involved, I just want to fuck every now and then" speech, I snorted and said to Fred "Someone’s mighty impressed with himself, isn’t he?" Oh, and is it just me or does Winona Ryder always sound like she’s stoned to within an inch of her life?
Just my opinion.
I got a birthday card in the mail today from my parents, with money, which is always a good gift. I got it early this year because they’re going on a ten-day cruise to… uh, the Bahamas, maybe? I don’t know, I wasn’t paying that much attention, really. They’ll be seeing lots of islands, and they have to dress up for dinner, that’s all I remember. And they leave early tomorrow morning, spend the night in Florida somewhere, and board the ship sometime Saturday.
Lookit that, I remembered more details than I’d thought.
Which leads me to… 5 days ’til my birthday! WhoopWhoop! 🙂
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