Yes, I watched For Love or Money again last night. Yes, once again it was total crap. But oddly compelling crap - especially considering that our fine eligible bachelor really is a slimeball jerk. I even got Cory to sit down and watch the last 10 minutes or so with me. He was fascinated in sort of a horrified way I think. At one point he said,I can't believe you're watching this.
But we watched Joe Millionaire! Why's this any different? I said.
Because it's a Joe Millionaire knockoff.
True, true...but still...
Other than bad TV, things are pretty much maintaining the status quo over here in my little corner of the world...i.e. lots of work and school stuff with snippets of socializing here and there.
It's a bit disconcerting - here it is only June 10 and I swear to God most of my summer is completely booked already. There are dates to hang out with friends, shows, school stuff, bridal showers, trips (Grand Canyon! July! Hot! Damn Hot!), appointments and more more more. Last night, Cory looked over my shoulder as I made notes on my calendar and asked if I had scheduled in any time with him.
Umm, let's see...here's a little window of time at 9:45 p.m. on Thursday July 17 - are you free?
Ugh.
Next summer I am NOT doing this to myself - NO independent study. NO writer's group. NOTHING. I. Swear. To. God.
Yeah right, famous last words.
Cory and I did get to squeeze in a little date night on Saturday - went to see Down With Love which was cute and frothy but frankly could have sucked eggs for all I cared - it was all about seeing the sets and costumes, people.
The guy sitting in the row ahead of us, however, was SO not happy to be there. You could tell by the way he was slumped in his seat, intent on mutilating his ticket as his girlfriend gabbed on her cell phone, that he'd have MUCH rather been at 2Fast 2Furious. Once some of the film's more risque jokes started flying, however, he seemed to perk up.
I also saw Wrong Turn last week. Talk about an apt title. If you're not familiar with this bit of cinema it's about a group of really attractive people who have the misfortune to get stranded in backwoods West Virginia where a gang of mutant hillbillies is waiting to hunt/mutilate/eat them. I had to see it for work because I'm supposed to do a story on Jeremy Sisto - if he doesn't flake out - and let me tell you it was a major pile of stinky garbage. You KNOW it's bad when you start correctly predicting the order in which people are getting killed. So I think my first question for Mr. Sisto will have to be WHY?????
Why indeed. Maybe he should go back to the clown suits (see below).