not okay...

After several of our friends raved and insisted that we go see the latest comedy flick The Hangover, Nick and I finally made it to the theater a few weeks ago. We went to see it on a Tuesday night, a rarity for us, but Nick isn't working and there was a showing that allowed me to be in bed by 11pm so I decided to live on the edge for an evening. At first things seemed to be going our way. We walked up to the box office expecting to pay the exorbitant price of $10.00 per person and were delighted to see that all non new-release movies Sunday-Thursday are just $5.00 a ticket, for anybody at any showtime! Great, I thought! This allowed me to mostly guilt free spend the other $10.00 I saved on a buttery popcorn and diet Pepsi. Since the movie had been out for a few weeks it was in a smaller theater but we got there in time to get great middle-half-way up seats. I had to snicker when the previews started and I heard the distinctive cracking sound of a beer can opening and looked over to find a few college co-eds slugging back some brewskis but knowing what this movie was about, I wasn't surprised by the all adult crowd. About half way into the previews I noticed someone wheel something into the theater. After focusing my eyes for a second I realized with shock that it was a guy pushing a stroller! His wife or girlfriend was behind him and in a matter of seconds pulled out a bumbling little tyke from the carriage and left the stroller by the stairwell. Thoughts of, "Surely they are not bringing a 1ish year old child into a movie theater, and an adult themed movie at that!" Boy was I wrong, they scanned the rows for open seats and I secretly prayed that they wouldn't ask Nick or I to move and make room for their little guy in the seat next to us. The seats were mostly full but they managed to find 2 in the row directly behind us, which after doing the math in my head meant that one of them would have to hold the baby throughout the entire show. Now, I have friends and family that have small children and I totally understand that parents need to get out and see movies too but is it normal to take them to a rated R movie where the rest of the audience is adult?? I know they don't get what's going on when they're that young but the kid was chirping, gurgling, screeching, and laughing all throughout the movie! There's a reasonable chance I'll eat my words in the next 10 years when I want to see a movie and no one can babysit my kid and I really don't feel like going to see G-Force, (that horrendous looking movie about hamster FBI agents), where all the other kids will be laughing and making noise through it but I'll at least give the baby some benadryl or brandy! Okay so I'm kidding, I won't drug my child so I can go see a dumb movie but I can't ever see myself imposing on other people like that. Now did it ruin the movie? No because the movie was absolutely hysterical and Bradley Cooper is totally on my free pass list but it was certainly annoying and I just want to let everyone know that I swear to only take my super young kids to kid friendly movies where they can laugh, scream, upchuck, etc... and it will seem totally appropriate.

BTW, the hype is totally worth it, The Hangover is hilarious!

Can you bottle jet lag?

With the auto companies on summer shutdown for a few weeks my schedule has gotten rather flexible. I wasn't scheduled to work until 11am so I was able to set my alarm for 8:45 this morning which allowed me to get a workout in before showering. Nick and I golfed last night, or rather he golfed and I attempted to keep from losing too many balls with my shots from the fairway, so we had a late dinner and finally got to bed around 11:30 when Chelsea Lately comes on. Nick's ability to sleep in rivals that of a college student so even with my late wake up call I assumed he'd still be snoozing till 11am.

This past Monday he just returned from a 12 day guys golf trip to Ireland and his body clock is all messed up so I couldn't figure out if I was imagining, fantasizing or just plain dreaming when I woke up this morning. I hit the snooze button once for that extra 7 minutes then finally rolled over to grab my crackberry and see who was after me at the office. We sleep with a fan and an air filter so WWIII could pretty much start on our front lawn at night and we'd have no idea. I reached over my foot to find one of Nick's feet for our morning footsie tradition and was confused when I didn't feel anything. I rolled over only to come face to face with the body pillow he hugs at night minus Nick. I finally got up and switched off the air filter and still heard a loud air sucking sound and started to really wonder if I was hearing things or if I'd accidentally taken too much Benadryl last night. I walked out of the room to follow the noise and began to wonder if I'd left something on last night while beginning my descent of the basement stairs. The fog hadn't quite cleared from my head because I couldn't seem to process the scene in front of me. There was Nick, dressed in shorts and a shirt looking awfully awake while vacuuming the basement. I know this doesn't sound that weird but it was 8:55am and I don't know if I've ever seen Nick vacuum the basement, let alone before the crack of noon. He finally noticed my presence and the confusion on my face when I asked if he was alright. He just chuckled and said, "jet lag...woke up at 8 and couldn't get back to sleep so I thought I'd get going on vaccuuming the basement and around my CD's." Peering at his desk I noticed that he'd done some organizing as well, (something I'd been waiting for him to tackle for the last 9 months). I don't know what is so different about his body clock being off and him just randomly waking up early on a Saturday but this is the only time I can recall him finding some shred of self-motivated urge to clean and his explanation was the jet lag! I'm gonna have to send him off on more international trips in the future if this is what happens. I wonder if the jet lag is worse, like if he goes to Australia, maybe I can get him to repaint the garage or clean out the gutters or scrub the toilets?? That'd be fantastic!