Will Noah and Allie end up together for-e-ver? I've got a single tear racing down my cheek just thinking about it!
Ok, so that was a joke. (Or was it...?) But let me just say this about The Notebook: God punished me for seeing this movie. No two ways about it. I picked my girlfriend up in my 1996, 80+ bumper-stickered, VW Jetta (second only to driving a tank in the manliness car scale), parked at the Coldwater Crossing movie theater in Fort Wayne (the hood), and walked inside to hate myself/hopefully score big time brownie points for the next hour and a half. And scene.
Next scene. We walk outside, I open the passenger door for the GF (ladies...), she sits down...and immediately falls backward because the seat was reclined. Hmm...it wasn't like that when we got here, we think. Other changes to the Jetta while we were away: the stereo, Wal-Mart steering wheel cover, a book of 200+ CDs, and probably $5.76 in change are now gone. And why?
Two reasons: 1) as previously mentioned, just like when this creature and I sat side by side at the same theater and actually enjoyed Brokeback Mountain, God wasn't a fan of me seeing this movie. And 2) I was trying to "score big time brownie points." What the hell ARE brownie points, anyways? And why are we all constantly seeking them? I say screw that. No more! What, if I hold the door for you enough times and remember the details of some detailed (boring) story you were telling me earlier about some backstabbing friend, you're going to bake me brownies? Is that what we're hoping for?! If so, I believe that I am currently owed brownies. Like, enough to kill me. Pay up, former girlfriends!
Anyways...I deserved to drive home in music-less silence that night. And you deserve to see this movie.
I'm not your friend-o, friend-o.
I'm fixin' to do something dumber than hell, but I'm going anyways,
Colin
(Nix's "N" pick: No Country For Old Men)
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