Me: How about Avatar?
All: Seen it.
Me: Well, I want to see Invictus.
Daniel: But it's not playing at Katie's theater so she can't get us in for free.
Me: Oh, does that mean we can't see it?
Huw: Well Katie wouldn't be able to put us on the list, so...
Me: We could... I dunno... go to the other theater and... pay for it?
Julie: ...[words fail her and the look of absolute horror on her face makes them unnecessary anyway]
Me: Or... I guess we could see Did You Hear About the Morgans?
Everyone: [collective sigh of relief]*
*Because my family members will probably complain that they didn't actually say any of those things I should add the disclaimer that I make crap up all the time. The preceding conversation was a re-creation based on actual events, or something like that.
So that's how I ended up seeing Hugh "I play one character, and also myself"** Grant and Sarah "only cool people share my middle name" Parker in the worst movie of the year. Nothing more needs to be said on that subject.
**I used to think maybe Hugh Grant couldn't act and the daffy-but-lovable stammering Brit he always played was just his real personality, but then he got caught with that hooker and played Daniel Cleaver and it turns out he's actually a complete asshole who plays one character and then occasionally gets a role in which which does not require acting (see: Cleaver in Bridget Jones, also, About A Boy).
The night before I left I didn't want to sleep because I had to leave for the airport at 2 to catch a 5:30 flight out of Boston since I had no idea what to expect at security.*** So Julie and Libby and I went to see Avatar (Ju was nice enough to see it again) at 10 pm. Good times. It was purty. I recommend the 3d version. Even if you actually have to buy a ticket.
This weekend I saw Leap Year (silly but fun), Invictus (just, wow. Go see it, really), and New Moon (Oh Em Gee, it was like, rilly rilly funny? But, like, I don't think it was supposed to be? You can cut the teen angst with a knife. But it'll dull your knife.)
***Thank you, Mr "I'm not just happy to see you that's a bomb in my pants" Christmas Terrorist, for the extra wait times and the pat-down at security. It was special.