Tempest in a Teacup

Current mood: mercurial

I've been dying to go outside, since I've cooped myself up in the house reading Harry Potter and various magazines (Travel + Leisure, Real Simple, etc.).

I could feel myself spinning into a depression, since Chuy had come in too late from getting his haircut for us to make the 11:00 a.m. showing of 28 Days Later, which we had made plans to see.

I was upset because I got myself out of bed, bathed, and got dressed so that we wouldn't be late. I kept looking out the window every two minutes, willing him to come home, telling myself, well, there's still enough time, okay, they're probably still showing previews, we can still make it (the theatre is only about five minutes away)...but he came in at 11:08. I absolutely refuse to see a movie if I've missed the first few minutes of it. The exposition is really important to me. I want to be in on the action from the get-go.

Anyway, I was really pissed. Chuy said, "I'm sorry, what do you want me to do?"

"Don't leave at 10 minutes to 10:00 to get a haircut when you know we're going to see a movie at 11:00!" I shouted.

After several false starts, Chuy and I ended up having lunch at Via Italia, a good Italian restaurant that has outdoor seating. The service wasn't great (they only had one waitress for the ENTIRE restaurant), but the luncheon tasting menu was a pretty good deal. I ordered my lunch with such a great Italian accent that the Italian waitress actually asked me, in Italian, what I wanted to drink! I panicked only for a split second, then ordered iced tea...in Italian! Yay me! Oh, and my depression lifted within a few minutes of sitting in the sunshine. Yay sunshine!

Then, Chuy and I finally saw 28 Days Later. It was okay. I'm grappling with the storytelling a little bit. I mean, I understand why the girls were going to be raped (basically, to give the male lead a chance to heroically rescue them) and I understand why the girl's father had to die (same reason as above), but I guess I was hoping for something deeper. The scene I liked best was them being stuck in the tunnel when the girl was changing the tire. That had me.

Later, on the way home, we dropped off the Kevin Smith movies I had rented and picked up three more -- Dogma, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, and We Were Soldiers (subtitled in Spanish).

We Were Soldiers was a very bloody, moving, true story of Colonel Hal Moore and the army that he led into the first American battle in Vietnam. For me, the scenes with the army wives packed the most emotional wallop. We watch as telegram after telegram is delivered to the wives, many with young children, stating that their husbands have been killed in action. There I am sitting on the couch, tears streaming down my face, and Chuy tells me that he really wants to be a soldier. He likes the uniform. I give him a look and a pout, and he goose-steps over to me and gives me a big kiss. God, I love that man!