Blackberries, tomatoes, eggs, cukes, rainbow chard, red onion.
After dropping this beauty off at home, I went to the movies by myself - the first time in quite awhile.
I love going to the movies by myself. I have friends who never have, they don't get the appeal.
I've also had people ask me, "Do you really? Or are you just saying that because no-one will go with you?", with a look on their face that is usually reserved for a "bless your heart" (meaning you poor pitiful thing you).
The answer is YES.
Going to a matinee feels like sneaking off while everyone else is grocery shopping or getting their oil changed. Risque, a little naughty. Of course there's the allure of getting in a tiny bit cheaper.
Who talk loudly - well into the previews and sometimes the show itself.
"So you think I could get both legs done for $90?" (what in the world?!).
Then there's the coughing, the noises getting up and down (oops...I sing in that choir), and the where-do-you-want-to-sit conversations:
"Where do you want to sit?"
"Doesn't matter. Wherever you want."
"Are you sure? How about here?"
"It's fine. Is it okay with you?"
"Sure. Are you sure?"
"Actually, do you mind if we sit a little [closer] [further]?'
"Well I don't mind, I just didn't want to sit in front of those people."
Just don't sit by me.
I went to see Midnight in Paris. It was charming, mostly because Paris is a character in the movie. If you never wanted to go to Paris before, you will after the movie. They show only her good side.
I might still be a bit tender from yesterday (and the day before at work - fie on work relationships, seriously.), because the two trailers - Beginners and Buck made me cry and my popcorn got all wet.
The nice thing about going to the movies by yourself - you don't have to 'splain that shit to nobody.
Another song I heard yesterday that I liked a lot...