I don't know why anyone uses Photoshop when clearly Paint can do everything that photoshop can! This is a simulated picture of me on V-day. I f-ed up and I'm still not over it.
JCPE is perfect. He bought me a beautiful necklace that says 'loved.' Holy hell am I lucky that I am because someone in my house is a hot mess right now (hint: it's me). I couldn't decide what to do... I was thinking I want to do something silly romantic, like the male equivalent of flowers! Then I thought oh! I'll get him actual flowers!
So the plan was three fold:
1. Wake up early and make breakfast
2. Have flowers come to his office in the middle of the day
3. Have a pizza party at home and watch Aliens
I got up at 6 and made him breakfast, that went over as well as it can when you're out of coffee and wake someone up who is confused and tired and force feed them eggs and hush puppies. Then I waited ALL day for the flowers to get to his office... finally at 6pm they arrived! Or so I thought! Actually some asshole in the building has my flowers. I don't even sort of understand. Either the delivery guy straight up lied about delivering them.... or he delivered them to what? Another person? Another floor? He just dropped them near the building and hoped for the best? Unacceptable on SO many levels.
I freaked out and shut down and took a nap, ruining all pizza party planning.
Luckily, twitter exists. I don't MEAN to exclusively complain on twitter... but it works. Often. I tweeted something snarky to @1800flowers and within 55 minutes I had my money back and a $20 credit! After my first tweet they asked me to DM them... and my DM's were more like 'actually, I'm so sorry that you're at work tonight' 'Are you ok?' 'This is probably my fault' because I can't not-apologize or think everything is my fault.
We then proceeded to eat dominos picnic style in the living room. Not a bad end to a nail-biting day of flower delivery waiting, and I think he forgives me for not getting anything after all... I got him a cute card in spanish so that must be worth something.
1. Next time I'm going pro-flowers.
2. twitter is for lovers and complainers
We'll try again next year!
We started with the movie that I knew I was going to love from one view of the preview.
There are few things about me you should know:
- I love Singin' in the Rain
- I love the Charleston
- I love thinking that I might be able to someday do the Charleston
- I love dressing up
These aren't key to loving The Artist but they help!
There is a point in the middle of the Artist where half the theater has dozed off (someone I know may be included in that) because there really are no words. During that point I thought... well, this is nice, I don't know if I'd do it again but it's ok. Now that it's been over for 2 hours I'd like to go again. Now maybe. Can I watch it again now? Can I have it on in the background whilst I live? If you're halfway through and you're not sure if you want to continue please do, it's worth it the last half is amazing.
I seriously would like to go again right now.
The first scene the actors are waiting for an applause. So, naturally you as an audience member are also waiting. Is it happening? Was the movie well received? You wait... and then yes! There is applause! But not outloud, you only know it because the faces of the actors feel the applause. It's the first time that you go "oh, it's a silent picture... we're really doing this. ok, let's go"
Since marrying a filmmaker I'm no film critic but I'm more aware of nuances then ever. I can say stuff seriously like - I really loved the cinematography in The Artist. & mean in. I mean it. This film is absolutely beautiful. For having the least amount of dialogue possible The Artist is so moving and so full of emotion and love and heartache. I don't even feel like I was in a theater, I sort of feel like I was there.
Last week JCPE and I had drinks at Dutch Kills, JCPE asked the bartender for something bourbon based that was delicious. The bartender delivered the Don Lockwood. It was delicious and I spent the rest of the night alternating between 'And I caaaaaaaaaaaan't stand it!' and 'Dignity, Always Dignity' in my head. (seriously just rent singin' in the rain). Well I suggest without hesitation re-naming that sucker the 'George Valentin' (that smile! Ladies, you'll swoon) at least for a year or so.
Hey Hollywood! This is a feel-good movie without the cheeseball. You just feel awesome watching it and awesome afterwards. You probably won't cry but you'll laugh out loud (there's a dog that does tricks!) and you won't leave disappointed.