rock, paper, scissors.

let me start by saying that i wanted to name these fellas, dumb and dumber, but the more i thought about it, i just thought that was mean.  so instead i have named them ben and jerry because that is ice cream and it is good and nice, but still goes together perfectly.

saturday,  bessie and i had a gals day and headed to lunch and then to see charlie st. cloud (hello, zach efron is a c.u.t.i.e.  i realize he is twelve and I AM NOT, but still.  cute he is.  i'll stop.)  this had been deemed a 'bessie movie' long ago by www.braddstudios.blogspot.com so i knew there was no use trying to talk him into seeing two hours of dreamy zac...so bessie and i made a bee line for the movie the second he was out of town.

as we approached the ticket counter, bessie and i noticed these two dudes (we'll call them dudes because they would like that) in front of us, ben and jerry.  bessie immediately said, "do they have matching shirts on?"  i looked and indeed they had went to american apparel and had gone for the grey V neck because-we--want-to-look-cool-and-artsy-and-because-we-are-sixteen look.  both guys were blond, one with pretty curls the other with a straight baptist preacher hair do.

they were cool though, so very cool.

apparently the F word had just been introduced to baptist preacher hair for he said it often and occasionally while we were in line and at inappropriate times as to impress curly.

even though they had agreed on the matching shirt choices for the day, they could not agree on a movie.

"dude, i wanna see SALT.  it looks so good!"  (in a very hyper and i am so hip kinda voice)

"dude, but i don't really like angelina."

a lady two people in front of them interjects "it is really good."

"who said it was really good.  i think they are wrong!"

curly looks at bessie and myself, "do you know anything about micmacs?"

i look at the movie listings and see the title and say, "hmmm, i have never heard of that."

they go on asking a few other people in line to which no one has heard of the movie.

"dude, i really wanna see inception, the leo movie.  i hear it's rad."

"dude, i wanna see SALT!  let's rock, paper, scissors for it?"

"well man, i don't care as long as it's R it will be awesome!!!"

rock, paper, scissors ensues loudly and hyperly for about ten times until SALT is the winner. -giggle, giggle, snort, snort-

curly whispers to baptist preacher hair,"dude, doesn't really matter because we can just sneak into another movie if SALT sucks!"

"oh yeah, dude, true."

they step up to buy their ticket for SALT as they clear their voice to say in their 'man voice' "two for SALT."

baptist preacher hair foots the $15.00 bill.


shew, they got the tickets!  they are on their way to a rated R movieeeeeeeeee.holla...........

bessie and i get our ticket to see zach efron charlie st. cloud. and we are all happily in the theatre....

only to get right behind them in concessions.  the same trouble was had deciding on snacks as it was for the desired movie selection.  after two very large icees and a large popcorn, preacher man pays again and shells out $20 (bet he paid for the matching shirts too...)

and they are off...

i get raisonettes, bessie a cherry coke.

we are still laughing at baptist preacher hair and curly and there ever so cool, matching t shirt, rated R day...

until we hear,"hey do you know anything about the movie micmacs?"

and we look...and standing in the hallway, sure enough, was curly asking all passer bys if they had seen the movie micmacs.

do you know how bad i had wished i had gotten a ticket to SALT just to try and swipe their popcorn to see what happened?

bad, real bad.

but bessie wouldn't rock, paper, scissors me for it.

loser.

ben (curly) and jerry (baptist preacher hair).

i have writers block.

and it is not my own fault.  i have shared my concerns with www.operatingonrandom.blogspot.com and she agrees.  so it must be so.  there is really only one remedy.  and that has yet to happen.  when that happens i uncover the mystery of my writers block.  i know you are on the edge of your seats.

until then, know this:

-when viewing the movie 'inception' this weekend, it made me want to fall asleep and dream.  or was i really dreaming, or was i three dreams deep?  what i was...is really confused.

-why the heck are movies so expensive?  and who made the rule that matinee movies are before 3:00 pm?  didn't it used to be before five?  because we (two of us) went the movies at 3:40 pm and it was $21.00!  either i am just getting cheap in my old age or that is really expensive.  i think it is really expensive, because there is no old age happening in these parts.  please do not argue, for i am right.  not a day over 21 am i.

-after trying to see 'inception' this weekend at 8 pm on friday night and failing.  it was SOLD OUT, that's what the sign said in all caps.  i am not a fan of ALL CAPS for i feel like i am being yelled at, and i do not take kindly to being hollered at. (and i know you are also not suppose to end sentences with a preposition but "hollered' had to be followed by 'at' even if it is wrong.  i will try my best to not repeat the same mistake twice.)  we decided to get all fun like and rent 'star wars.'

-i must be madly in love.

-i have been alive for 34 years 21 years and have never EVER (yelling) felt the need to see this movie.  or the thirteen that follow it.  i know who princess leia is, although i did just have to google how to spell her name and i know that harrison ford played a key role.

-too bad the disc from blockbuster was broken so we were forced to watch HGTV (thank heavens) and then 'bethenny getting married?,' the best show on tv right now.  if you haven't seen it, watch it.

-so i have to wait anxiously for the next star wars movie viewing.  (this just in...i have been told the malfunctioning dvd has been returned and the new and working one is now rented and ready.)

-awesome.

-back to the writers block.  this morning, the plumber, carpet guy and heating and air folks have been here.  the carpet cleaner dude wanted to be my BFF, so we talked and chatted about carpet and clarksville, two hot topics, i know, i know....i showed him my blog after he asked what i was doing - i showed him that i was writing, and he asked what a blog was, so i took him to the computer and visually showed him my blog, and he said, "all that writing?  you did all that?"  then he got distracted by the wrestlers a few blogs down and we had to talk about that for a while.

-so according to the carpet cleaners philosophy, i have no writers block.  thanks carpet cleaner guy.

i will leave you with this.  hope you get as much out of your day as this guy got out of the double...triple...rainbow.