Time Apart

This past weekend, I ran away to the movies.  Auntie R and I met for brunch on one of the hottest day… in the East Village… which possibly was even hotter than possible…than any other neighborhood in the city.  But as usual, the East Village was entertain. We saw the most stunning woman walk down the street. She was rake thin, and had the most amazing dreads coif. It was up in this foot and half tall bun.  It was amazing! Her gentleman escort (not in the paid kind) was dressed just as smartly but possibly two feet shorter than her. It was probably the hair that made her so tall.  He was wear a three piece suit. My body temperature went up 5 degrees just looking at him.

And what movie did we see, on this, the first movie outing in possibly over a year??? Crazy, Stupid Love. It was between that and Life in a Day, which was explained to me as being a documentary about peoples’ experiences in one day. “It’s about the human nature.” Which to me meant, I might want to shoot myself at the end of the movie. (In all fairness, Auntie R is a documentary film maker, so I get the suggestion.) But I wanted something light and funny.  And I got it.  The movie was really funny.  Ryan Gosling although should not be all buffed, it’s against nature, he’s meant to be the brooding skinny type, was still hot.  And eye candy is eye candy.  There was a twist, which I didn’t see coming. And I really didn’t know what to expect. And unlike normal comedies, this one was funny throughout.  Marisa Tomei, even though her part was really small, was super funny, back to her My Cousin Vinnie comedy!

And while I was at the movies, DH took O to the movies too.  He went to a cartoon movie, Winnie the Pooh. Cartoons, which he swore up and down that he would never EVER go see a cartoon movie.  But yet, when big brown eyes are looking up at him, he quickly forgot this mantra.  So he took her to her first movie.  And she loved it.  They got popcorn which she ravenously ate.  She sat quietly through the whole movie. Looked around at all the other kids watching the movie.

I came home, and she told me ALL about it!


About RidgewoodMom

Thirtysomething mom of a baby girl. First and only baby, possibly. First baby amongst my close friends. These are the trials, frustrations and lessons I have learned in raising a single child in New York.
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One Response to Time Apart

  1. Aunty says:

    She’s so grown up! Soon she’ll be asking to hang out at the mall!

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