Okayyy enough of that.
I had a good christmas day, in case you were wondering, Internet. I slept in. Exchanged gifts with Morgan. Then we went to the movies and saw Invictus. And I must say, I enjoyed it and even though the Nelson Mandela element was somewhat of a side story, any film with dirty, sweaty men running into each other with no padding is okay by me. Fine holiday fun. Rugby is awesome in that way. I knew a girl once who played Rugby. She was tough! Hot too. Oh, Rugby. And Matt Damon is SO pretty. Seriously. He's so damn pretty. Not too pretty now. When they get too pretty, they lose brain cells in kind. He's just pretty enough to still use his brain and that makes him even prettier. *sigh*
After the movie, we went for Thai food where we were served by the cutest littler server with belly button rings for earrings. And she was seriously adorable. I wanted to put her in my pocket and take her everywhere. Every time she came to our table, she'd say "excuse me" in the sweetest, apologetic tone that we were always sure she was bringing us terrible news. Like:
"Excuse me, you can't have the lunch special after all."
"Excuse me, we don't have any more food."
"Excuse me, we just revived a call that your families are dead."
"Excuse me, it's the Apocalypse and the world is in flames. We're all going to die."
Yeah. Of course, she never brought bad news, let alone news of the Apocalypse. She just made asking if our meals were good or if we needed any more water or if we wanted dessert sound like I imagine she would also tell a kid that his puppy just died. Which made our dining experience incredible, I must say.
After that, we went back to my cottage to watch another movie and eat Oreos, always a good combination. We watched 500 Days of Summer, which oh em gee was one of the best films I've seen in a LONG time! Everything about it was fantastic. Great story, brilliantly told with absolutely delicious direction. If you love artsy, non-linear films, you'll love it. If you love quirky, anti-love stories with quirky, flawed characters, you'll love it. If you love beautiful films that feel like decadent indulgences something akin to eating Tiramisu and sipping champagne in MOMA while the paintings and installations are paraded in front of you while you sit in a plush chair for a couple of hours, then you'll love it.
Plus, I've decided I'm going to look like Zooey Deschanel when I grow up. I've decided. So don't try to talk me out of it.
And then, despite the lovely day, I proceeded to have terrifying nightmares all night. After running for my life all night in my dreams, I was just a little tired this morning. Strange. But don't you worry. I took it easy today and had a very good Boxing day as well. By the way, does anyone really know what Boxing day is all about? When I was in London for Boxing day, no one I asked knew other than it's a big shopping day. So if anyone can tell me the real story behind it, I'll be your best friend. At least until the next time I need something. That's the way these things go, sorry.