We have a babysitter every Sunday night. What this means, of course, is that even when I am exhausted from a busy, busy weekend and I just want to take my pants off and crawl under my covers and read Harry Potter, I can’t, because at 7:30pm, the babysitter shows up and forces me to go out. Occasionally, we go out with friends, or we bring sushi and wine over to friends or we just spend our evening at Sobey’s (it’s incredibly romantic, really…) Somehow, this week, I convinced my husband that he wanted to go and see a movie. This, for us, is strange, because 99.9% of the movies we see are animated or rated PG…or include little blue men and I am not talking aboutÂ TobiasÂ Funke. AND it was Friends With Benefits. Which, I should point out, is interesting, because for years, this was the conversation in our house whilst watching many, many, many syndicated reruns of That 70’s Show:
Isn’t Mila Kunis hot?
Really? She should totally be on YOUR LIST.
Ali, I don’t think she’s hot.
What? You have horrible taste in women. She’s gorgeous. I’d totally make out with her.
You have horrible taste in television. This show is crappy.
We are officially in a fight. Enjoy sleeping in Indy’s crate tonight.Â
And then we went and saw Black Swan and wouldn’t you know it…
Why didn’t you tell me Mila Kunis was so hot?
She can totally be on MY LIST.
I guess all it takes is some Natalie Portman girl-on-girl action to change your tune, eh?
So, yes, it was established that Mila Kunis is officially hot and therefore, he was agreeing to go and see Friends With Benefits.
But alas, I was overcome by THE TIRED and I decided I wanted to skip the movie altogether, to go out for a coffee in the pouring rain, to come home, to take off my pants, and to watch two episodes of The Wire.
(Which holy oh my god, that is a good show.)
That’s how tired I was. And I didn’t even go to Blogher.
No. I didn’t. On Friday I fought the stomach flu as hard as I could and took about 6 Gravol pills, which, ps, is about double the recommended daily dosage. But, I managed to stay barf-free and awake because I suffer from that .01% of the population that the little tiny disclaimer at the bottom of the package is meant for “may cause excitability and wakefulness” which I am pleased to say I have passed down to my children. I was up on Friday night until 3am, playing Settlers of Catan with her and her. Somehow, through the powers that be, I was able to keep my food down and be an active participant in the newly dubbed #BBQHER.
Let’s pretend they are not intoxicated, shall we?
It’s always ridiculous fun when Kristin comes to visit, even though I swear to god, I come down with some sort of ailment every time she comes to visit. There was that one time that I had strep and some sort of lung infection (pleurisy, I think) and we stayed inside all weekend while I blew my nose into eleven million tissues and ate grilled cheese and soup and watched a Zac Efron movie marathon. See? I’m telling you. Ridiculous fun.
No really. This time it WAS actually fun. We went to The Toronto Beer Festival where I felt really, really old even though I got hit on (TWICE!)(by really really really intoxicated men)(but still! Hit on!) and didn’t really drink any beer. And I tried my first burrito and it was one of the most delicious things I have ever stuff into my gob. And we played more Settlers of Catan. And we hung out. And we slept in. And we watched aÂ ToddlersÂ & Tiaras marathon.
And well, the real kicker of the weekend was this.
We are driving home and suddenly Kristin is singing.
Everybody’s talking all this stuff about me
Now now why don’t they just let me live
And before I know it, I’m all
Oh oh oh I don’t need permission
Make my own decisions oh
That’s my prerogative
And before we even know what is happening, the entire car is filled with the sounds of Bobby Brown and I’m all
THIS IS JUST LIKE THE BUS SCENE IN ALMOST FAMOUS!!!
….and just like that, I get to cross something off of my bucket list.