On Friday, I took myself out on a date. After all, I appreciate me, and I need to show me more often. So after work, I drove up to Biltmore Plaza, spent all my Barnes and Noble gift cards on the Deluxe Edition 2012 Writer's Market, walked down to La Traviana and enjoyed some wine and a caprese salad, and finally, I took myself to see Episode I: Phantom Menace, 3D.
|super sexy Audrey date night|
DAT SCORE. DAT VADAR.
So it was a good night, even if I did come home to fall asleep at 11:30. (wild chiiiiiild)
Saturday was Finish Making the Email Database for Work Day, wherein I did nothing but enter addresses to an excel spread sheet. I had an insane urge to watch Episode III (also bad, but much better than I, and is totally my second favorite behind Empire), that wasn't letting me get any work done until I was watching it. And I don't own Ep III.
When it comes to movie urges, I'm like a diabetic whose blood sugar is bottoming out. I get overcome and distracted and bitchy until I get what I need--in this case, cheesy melodrama, terrible writing, and awesome light saber battles.
Off I went to Best Buy, Target, and Wal Mart, but they only sell the sets of 1-3 or 1-6, and a) I couldn't afford them and b) there's no way in hell I'm paying for Ep 1. So, I convinced Addie to go to Blockbuster and rent them for me (that's the Blockbuster that hired me but that I blew off so I don't go in anymore because I'm the maturest 13 year old ever). His caveat was that I had to go in with him. Knowing how terrible I get when I have an un-satiated movie craving, I agreed. I wore my hoodscarf and hid behind my phone while the manager who conducted my interview and hired me on the spot checked us out. I have never felt more awkward, even though Addie said the guy didn't recognize me. But I'm sure he did.
And for the next like, six hours, I finished most of the data base and watched Ep II and Ep III, occasionally getting distracted by falling into the black hole of the Expanded Universe online. This was much to the chagrin of Addie, who could care less about Star Wars.
However. For someone who claims to "hate" Star Wars as much as he does, he sat behind me spouting off insight after insight, and burning me on trivia and fun facts. I think someone is a self-loathing closet case.
And somewhere during the weekend, Whitney Houston died.
I will remember her as I've always remembered her: that singer who was part of the oddest sexual pairing on the silver screen.
|Kevin Costner. Really?|
Damn, I miss the 90's.
Anywho. back to Sunday of work and nerdery.
Oh, and side note: we got some fluffly snow flurries yesterday, and the wind came in gale force, and the temperature dropped to Hoth temperatures. It's finally winter!