Ice Cream for lunch. Now THAT is an upward spike in my otherwise flat-lining day. Not Cotton Candy Ice Cream, though. That lesson was already learned.
Still Busy. Still Annoyed. Add hungover and tired to that, and I have a...ummm, not really a trifecta – is quadfetca a word? If it is not, do I get credit for inventing it?
Actually, given all the downers in my day, I am in an Excellent Mood, apparently an Excessive Capitalizing Mood, and am now on a sugar and dairy high. Yippeeeeeeee!
Ryan and I went to see “500 Days of Summer” last night at our favorite theater, Landmark. It was an excellent flick, and my girl-crush on Zooey Deschanel is now on par with all the other intellectual-indie-music hipster males' Zooey crushes. Zooey Deschanel is to hipsters as Pamela Anderson is to WWE fans (or maybe Megan Fox these days). The fact that Ms. Deschanel is marrying Ben Gibbard from Death Cab For Cutie only makes her hotter to a certain Pitchfork Media Reading/Urban Outfitters Shopping/Wes Anderson Fan Male. Like my husband. I had to pick his jaw up off the floor of Theater 5 more than once.
The movie was almost pornographic for that demographic of men, with lingering close-ups of her giant, long-lashed, baby blue eyes, her perfectly tousled bangs, her lower lip, and gauzy hints of thigh. Hell, she made ME weak in the knees.
After the movie, we met Jackie at 13.5%, which may become my go-to weeknight spot for a relaxing beverage, after the Windup Space. They earn every penny of their $8 corking fee, by keeping the white wine the perfect cool temperature and topping your glass off before you even realize you need it. Way to go 13.5%, make it easier for me to drink more!
Listening: She & Him, because I haven't had enough of a Zooey overload yet. Gosh, I love this record!
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