Solo date night part deux

I have been reading this blog and I find it tremendously entertaining. I want to comment but I'm afraid to delurk. Mostly because I want to date Lonely Monkey but obviously can't.
http://notenoughmonkeys.blogspot.com/

I went to see Mamma Mia and Sex and the City today. And yes, I paid for both. I am feeling a bit overwhelmed with rah rah wedding love crap. But overall, I enjoyed them both. Laughed and cried and sighed at the handsome men. I've been waiting an eternity for Colin Firth and Pierce Brosnan to be in a movie together. I can't say more without spoilers so I'll refrain. I also love Chris Noth in a pre-Big, Mike Logan way. God, I want all three of those men to chase me down and whisper love letters from great men in my ear. At the same time.

Speaking of, I think I turned down a date. The Kid asked me out to dinner tomorrow night. I declined. Because I don't want to go. I saw him on Sunday and I know I don't want to date him and this is too soon for me to hang out with a new male friend. So I made my regrets plausibly because I need to spend a full day in the lab tomorrow and those days always go longer than anticipated. I said I would feel bad making tentative plans knowing I might have to bail at the last minute. I hope he isn't disappointed. I'm obviously making a huge assumption that he is more than just lonely and looking for a friend. But I don't want to go. So I'm not. I'm saying no. Unusual for me. I want to call Grey. But I won't. Because that won't make me feel better either.

So, instead, I'm going to dance around the living room in the dark for a bit.

Thunderstorms

I, too, would like to be caught in a thunderstorm with a man who is large enough to shelter me from the elements. Preferably pressed against something solid with my shirt off. Sorry, I meant his shirt.

Tea and Amal

I had a great day. Tonight I went to see the movie Amal and I have to write a review. I loved it that much. I'm probably slightly biased. The writer, Shaun Mehta, is a friend of mine. Richie is his brother. They were there tonight along with Gurpreet Chana and Rupinder Nagra. I am officially a Mehta groupie. I have added both of Shaun's books to my amazon shopping cart. I am just trying to think of any other books I might want to order before I purchase.

I had tea this afternoon at the Millcroft Inn in Caledon. It sucked. Don't go there. I wrote a review of that as well. I might post it later if there's any interest. While it was nice to spend the afternoon with the ladies who do tea, it was a waste of gas money and $20.

Amal, the movie
When was the last time you saw a really great movie? One that made you laugh, cry and swear out loud in the theatre? That made you think. Question your values. Shifted your perspective on your fundamental beliefs?

This evening, I saw Amal. If you have a heart, a soul or a conscience, you should see this movie. Forgo the action flick just this once and see something that will make you leave the theatre wanting to phone someone, anyone, just to express how alive you feel.

I'm not sure I can do justice to this movie without spoilers. Consider yourself disclaimed...

The movie was filmed in Delhi, a city I have visited as a child and as an adult. While I am Indian, I rarely identify with my heritage. I may look brown but I feel more at home at dim sum or driving a pick up truck. I'm not qualified to review the technical aspects of any film. I can say though that I will never look at Delhi the same again. To be sure, I have always appreciated the cultural richness, wondered at the congestion, railed at the uncivilization and marveled at the happily functioning chaos. If you have never been to India, the images will leave you breathless. If you have, it's like going home.

I white-knuckled my way through the entire 101 minutes, anxious and hopeful and outraged and sad. I have to give credit to The Kid for putting up with my muttered cursing and strangled "argh!"s without once reaching over to duct tape my mouth shut. I'm a total sucker for a happy ending and there were parts of this story that made me feel frustrated and powerless. I wanted everyone to live happily ever after. Did they? Did it all work out right in the end? You'll have to decide for yourself.

The characters were confusing in their complexity. Amal himself is no hero. He is touchingly naive in his simplicity. Or do I mean frustratingly childlike? The "bad guy" isn't immediately alienating. At first, I recognized him from other movies and I wanted so badly to like him. In fact, I still want to like him. He might be as tormented as your run-of-the-mill comic book villain but he has an all-too-human face. The heroine at first seems far from it. But eventually she garnered my sympathy and admiration. While it would be easy to sit here comfortably judging their choices and actions, in the silent darkness when the voices are loudest, I know I will wonder if I would have behaved any differently?

In the interest of full disclosure, I know Shaun. So perhaps I am a tiny bit biased. I now consider myself a Mehta groupie. Please go see this movie. Go today. If you don't take something away from it, I will take you to anything else you would rather see.

And now, I must work on my prayers. If I'm very good, perhaps God will send me a mother-in-law...

Find a showtime in your city:
In Toronto, Cineplex Odeon Varsity
55 Bloor St. W, Toronto
12:50 3:35 6:55 9:20
Everywhere else
http://www.tribute.ca/by_movie/Amal/16211

Shake it, shake shake it...

I shook it like a polaroid picture and came home with a centrepiece. Yay random fish bowl vase and sickly pink flowers! The wedding was nice. I had to escape for a while. Perhaps too much wine and "ra ra marriage" crap. But overall I had a great time and I wish I could have danced for longer. Yeah, it does suck to be the single girl at weddings. But I've decided that I'm not settling for marriage unless I can find me a man that can twirl me around the dance floor the way the groom's parents did tonight. It was lovely and that's my dream. A dream is a wish that the heart makes, right?

Tomorrow, high tea with the ladies at the Millcroft Inn in Caledon followed by Amal in the evening with the kid. My horoscope says I'm in for a wonderful few days. I certainly hope that's true. A good friend is defending on Monday morning so I'm setting aside the entire day for that. Tuesday I have to prepare for clients and go to school. Wednesday and Thursday are major client and site related activities. Nothing planned for the weekend yet.

Oh, and how cool is the Batmobile?? We killed 3 hours this afternoon between ceremony and reception at the movies. Having never seen any of the other Batman movies, I have no idea if this one was up to par. But that Christian Bale... ROWR!

Yes, why bother with a bad kisser?

I forgot to mention that Denis is a terrible kisser.

I was thinking about Grey on the drive home today. Only because that's what I always do when I drive home from Baby's house. It has been a very, very long time since I drove back from her house. Since before Denis, I think. Since camping, I think.

I can't decide if I miss Grey or not. I think I don't. I think I finally want better. Different better. Funny better. Supportive better. Conversational better. Respectful better.

My right tonsil is still huge.