Monday, October 11, 2010
My Weekend In
As I mentioned in a previous post, our apartment is a sauna right now because Chicago is having unseasonably warm weather. That along with the fact that our building turned off all the air conditioning and we live on the 31st floor facing the South. We get direct sunlight from about 7:00 a.m. until 5:00 p.m., and our white blinds just don't seem to be doing the trick of keeping the heat out. I'm guessing our apartment has been around 85-90 degrees for days. I left a message with our landlord that they just might find the bodies of two adults and two Chihuahua's in here if they don't turn the air back on.
This weekend, I found that I was lazier than usual because of the heat. Mike was out of town, so I watched a lot of TV and movies. I caught up on Jersey Shore, Keeping Up With the Kardashians and I watched...get this...5 movies. That's crazy! Here are some of my observations from my hours in front of the tube...
* Jersey Shore is getting really ridiculous to watch. Mike "The Situation" is bringing home so many girls, you actually have to get an HPV vaccine before you watch.
* The movie "The Hangover" is ridiculously funny, and even funnier the second time you watch it. Bradley Cooper donning his black suit is truly delicious perfection. Wow, I think I need a minute.
* Okay, I'm back. The movie "Blood Diamonds" is really well done. It will make you question how you get your diamonds, and why Leonardo DiCaprio always dies in every movie he's in. Remember this, "Jack, I'll never let go!" Only Kate Winslet, you totally let go like 3 hours later.
* "500 Days of Summer" is a super cute movie. You should watch it...especially if you're trying to get over a heartache, or wondering why someone dumped you. Or if you just really like Hall and Oates. (Guilty as charged.)
* Finally, "My Sister's Keeper" is emotionally draining. Seriously, I cried for a whole 2 hours, and I'm talking about loud, uncontrollable sobs. What I also realized afterwards? Getting rid of the bags under your eyes the day after crying so much is a lot harder at 32 than it was at 22.