Across The Universe

It's Saturday night, and we are watching a movie, called Across the Universe. From 2007, this is a Beatles rock musical taking place in the Vietnam Era. So far it is pretty freaking awesome. I thought the main actress was Chloe Sevigny and I thought, "Wow, she looks amazing...she is like 20 pounds thinner on that Big Love show about the polygamists. (too thin)" Turns out she looks so good because "she" is someone else. She is Evan Rachel Wood, of "Thirteen" fame...a movie I would highly recommend to anyone who has a daughter age eleven or older.

Had lunch with Sherry yesterday, my dear high school friend of 30 years.  Let's see...this is Sherry (on the right), me, and Janine P. from our 20 year high school reunion. Sherry has a teenage daughter not too much younger than Reid. Sherry was telling me how aggressive the teen girls have gotten with the boys...I mean romantically, sexually, etc. Seriously, I would recommend the movie "Thirteen." It was largely written by Nikki Reed, who you will recognize from the Twilight series of movies, though hideously died blonde. I've never understood that choice.

I don't know, I'm just sort of babbling while watching this movie. I had another awkward public restroom in a fast food joint moment (see Next Time, Check First 7/23/10). No keys were lost in gross places this time. I had been sitting around Captain D's waiting for my car at the mechanic's. So, I went to pee, because that is generally why I go to the restroom. It was a "one-stall-er" with the sad wall mounted sink with exposed pipes. I was bored waiting for my car to be done, and I got a text, so I answered. Then another, and another. I just sat there giggling and texting. Finally I got up and went out to wash my hands...when I discovered that unbeknownst to me another woman had come in and was waiting, listening to me giggle and text. OMG...so embarrassing. I lamely held up my phone and said in my most self-deprecating, oh-what-a-dork-I-am manner, "Ha Ha I was texting, sorry..." She gave me a mildly withering look. Oy vey, sometimes I just lose touch with reality!

Okay, wow, now Bono is channeling INXS deceased lead singer Micheal Hutchence with an odd rhyming string o'words. Which is weird because he just came up yesterday in conversation. And....now Eddie Izzard is doing an acid-fueled song with um...large blue people and giraffes.



I would say this is a really good movie, unless you don't like the Beatles. These two characters are loosely based on Janis Joplin and Jimmy Hendrix.

So, Sylace signing off. Peace, man.         (saunters off, singing Oh! Darlin...please believe me...)

Next time, Check first

Sometimes you just have one of those "worthy of a bad teen comedy" moments.

And I'm willing to embarrass myself, because this made me laugh.

I was running between two different important gatherings last night, and hadn't eaten dinner...and who knows when lunch was. I had fifteen minutes to drive from Chamblee to lower Roswell, Upper Sandy Springs area, but I wanted to stop at McDonalds. Rush rush rush.

Pull into McDs, run out of car...and I have to pee. Run over to the restroom. So, you know, like a girl...enter stall, hang tiny purse on back of door, unfasten cute jean shorts, etc etc. Notice there is no toilet paper (before peeing, like a smart girl. Okay sorta smart, I should have checked sooner.)

Standing up, I was clearly in too much of a hurry to refasten my shorts and left them flopping. Rushing out of stall to choose another, hopefully one with paper, my hanging beltloop catches the door handle, rapidly arresting my forward progress like the tailhook on a fighter jet.

This causes the door, still caught on my beltloop to hit me in the ass, knocking me teeth first into the stall frame. My purse falls off the door, sending lipstick tubes and pens and wallet rolling in all directions. Meanwhile as my face hits the frame, the keys in my hand go flying into the next stall and land behind the not so bad but still skanky toilet.

After corralling the contents of my purse, into the next stall I go, down onto the ole knees to reach behind the "commode" for my key chain. In this lovely position, I realize I never fastened my shorts, which are still hanging down.

And I still have to pee. At least there is paper.

Wash keys and key chain. Clean off contents of purse, wash hands thoroughly. All this happened in the span of about two minutes.

I rushed out of the restroom, took my two kid-size hamburgers apart, combining the two top buns with the condiments and the two patties into one. Wrapped it back up, and off I went.

Which really cracked me up because I didn't tell this funny story to anyone. Now you can all hear it together. HaHaHaHa. And we actually made it to Sandy Springs on time.