What I Did On My Summer Vacation, by Cookie

I. Am So. Tired. I have nothing good to tell you, so instead you have to hear what I did this weekend. (warning: it's not that interesting)

I was half passed-out on my couch Friday after work, looking forward to a weekend of absolutely nothing, when my phone rang. It was Angie. She was moping because she had to take Alyx (her 15-year-old neice) to see "Havana Nights". Angie doesn't really like going to the movies, much less having to go see something Alyx chose.

Me: What? Havana Nights is Dirty Dancing II and that was out years ago.
Her: It's that race car movie.
Me: Tokyo Drift?
Her: Yeah, that. Whatever.
Me: I'd go but I already saw it. I'm not leaving unless Vin Diesel calls.
Her: Well VIN DIESEL doesn't NEED YOU right now.
Me: Are you saying you want me to go?
Her: No.. you don't have to.. I don't mind going, it's just I don't like Will Farrell.
Me: Ricky Bobby! You mean TALLADEGA Nights?!
Her: Yeah, that's the one.

Can I just interject that I love her because she could totally give a shit that she called the biggest movie opening this weekend Havana Nights?

Me: Do you want me to go with you?
Her: No. I know you're tired and you've been working hard all week.
Me: Yeah, but what I'm asking you is: Do you want me to go?
Her: *sigh* No, it starts in like, 45 minutes.
Me: Who are you talking to? Has it ever taken me that long to get ready? Do you want me to go?
Her: No, you don't *have* to....
Me: One more time. Listen to what I'm asking you. Do you *want* me to go?
Her: *defeated sigh* Yes....
Me: Okay, then I'll get my ass up and go.
Her: *happier* Okay!

I looked online to see if we could possibly talk Alyx into something else cause I know this won't be Angie's kind of movie. If I could change the movie, I'd be a hero. I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' no babies, but I *can* help her with a movie choice, right? I go to the local website and see that the 7:30, 7:45, and 8:00 showings are all sold out.

Yay!

I called Angie to let her know. Nothing else was playing that we could get to on time cause we're talking about a 15-year-old girl who takes approximately 4 years to get ready to go out. So, we opt for dinner first, and then we decide to go see John Tucker Must Die.

It was pretty cute! We all liked it, Angie didn't have to go see Ricky Bobby, and I had an excuse to go see stupid teenage crap.

On Saturday I stayed in bed until 3:45pm, when I dragged my ass up out of bed to go see The Descent with my sister. *I* thought it was scary, for all that it matters.

Things I Did While Watching Descent:

• pulled arms into shirt to ensure they were not ripped off
• poked arms back out of shirt when I realized I could not use my hands to cover my face
• covered my mouth with my hands
• covered my eyes with my hands
• covered my entire face with my hands
• hands over ears
• made the "eeeeeeEeeeEEEEEEiiiiieeeee!" noise
• forced my sister to hold my hand
• could NOT put my feet on the floor due to fear of "under the movie seat" monster
• screamed (I think the count was 4 times)
• said things like "ohshitohshitohshit (the oh shit trifecta), nuh-UH, girl!, OHMYGOD!, EEEEP!, and OooooOOoo I know she di-int!
• gagged
• got scolded by my sister for gagging (Do NOT start that gagging thing! Just don't look!)
• GASPED

I think I just answered the question I asked earlier this week, which was "How come nobody wants to go see horror movies with me?"

On Sunday I did absolutely NOTHING. It was the most fun ever.