“i believe you should run with me, for a while”
We went to a movie last night. By which i mean Jamie petitioned me all day long and i finally relented because we had made dinner early. I am kind of a scrooge about movie theaters, but having a good dinner at home makes me calm and happy – and compliant, i suppose.
This started in the car on the way to work, and went something like this:
“something something, movies that are out now” “dollar theater” “real movies”
Jamie: “We should go see Salt. It has Angelina Jolie in it.
Her: *puppy dog*
“um, so…what’s it about?”
“It has Angelina Jolie in it. Oh, and it’s like a modern Cold-War Russian sleeper spies movie.”
Apparently i am the only lesbian on earth who doesn’t think Angelina Jolie is – all by herself – a good reason to see a movie. That is not based strictly on this conversation, i’m just adding it to the towering pile of evidence.
Spies – especially Russian spies – are, however, a damn good reason to see a movie. I guess i just grew up on too much James Bond. Not to imply that there is such a thing.
All that was, actually, an aside. This is the real story, now:
Jamie having won, we were headed to the movie theater – the big fancy one we never go to, except they had the right showtime today – when Dreads (who no longer has dreads, but, for continuity…) called. ‘Cause he was driving behind us. He was running an errand, we told him we were going to a movie, and he should turn left now and come with us! So he did. It was awesome. It kind of reminds me what it’s like to have friends. I particularly like friends who are open to spontaneity. It totally made my night.
Also, Salt is awesome. It’s old-school action, and has restored my faith in the movie industry’s ability to make action movies that aren’t all techie bullshit.
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