Am I right in thinking that many of you poor American saps have to work both today (Good Friday) and Easter Monday? Shiiiiiiit. What a raw deal. Come to England, land of 30 days of annual leave WHICH DOESN'T EVEN INCLUDE sick leave or standard/bank holidays.
As The Dude and I had a lovely, possibly relaxing four day weekend to look forward to, we went to the movies last night. My Mom's visit has its distinct advantages, I won't deny that. The Dude's panties are all in a bunch now because I refused to go see Rambo with him, but I allegedly expect him to go see the Sex and the City movie with me when it comes out in May.
I don't recall saying I would see Rambo with him, so deep runs my hatred for Sylvester Stallone. The violence, I could handle. I like good action movies, and I have a fondness for zombie movies, I can take it. Sylvester Stallone, on the other hand, I cannot stomach. I cannot believe people would willingly see any movie with a 30 year old Stallone, let alone 60 year old Stallone in his current state. Gross.
We saw Semi-Pro instead, and I'll just come right out and say it. I like Will Ferrell. There. I liked him back in the SNL days, and though I didn't dig Talledega Nights, I have enjoyed Anchorman, Old School, and Elf. So there.
So, I am now in a pickle. Yesterday was Rambo's last night in local theatres (oops), so I've screwed myself over in the SATC stakes. I suspect I could still get him to go with me in May, as all I would really need to do is have sex with him, and I would totally have hand. This is the simple option. However, if any of you find yourselves in the South of England in May, spare a thought for me. I could go see it with a person who actually liked the series and wouldn't give me drama over being dragged to see it, and I wouldn't have to have sex with my husband. We're all winners here. Hell, I'll even travel. I suppose sex in exchange for Sex and the City is a fair enough deal, but let's hope it doesn't come to that.