Since my Euro-wrist crutch is now for the most part glued to my side, I've affectionately named her Carrie Weaver (a.k.a the Weaver 2000). I love that she has developed a squeak, making me even more pathetic now to the gaping public. I only wish that I could pick her up and have her double as a flame thrower, so I could toast any muthafuckas who got in my way on the subway platform. For the most part, though, people are suckers and I enjoy playing into their compassion. Give me your seat, please.
At the Chelsea Theaters I saw Birth (or as I was referring to it as "The" Birth until CC ever-so-politely corrected my cheesy mistake). Hands down, this is one of the worst movies I've seen recently. There were so many things fundamentally wrong with the plot, the characters, and the way that information was revealed, that I found myself mentally re-writing the script in my head. The one redeeming quality of this film was that Nicole Kidman, sporting newly sheared quaff, looked amazingly hot. Otherwise, stay away from this one...
Went to Trailer Park afterwards on 23rd & 8th. It's trashy, it's kitschy, but man do I love me some tater tots! And of course me and CC shared a "Lover's Paradise"--a giant pineapple decked with paper umbrellas, maraschino cherries, and two bendy straws coming out of each side. We did not, however, share a warm, passionate embrace afterwards :) That ridiculousness put me into acid reflux paradise...it's a good thing that Ketel One helps alleviate that. Or so it does for me...
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