DJ Mrs White In The Library With The Lead Pipe (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} djmrswhite) wrote,@ 2008-05-05 19:14:00 |
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The Third of Six Days in Texas, Plus Time For More Sleeping
1. Woke up late. Like at 8am. If you know me then you know that by 7:30 any awake person in the room with me should be shaking me to see if I've lapsed into a coma because that shit just never happens. Ever. Slept a solid 10 hours the night before. Not my intention at all, considering I had work to accomplish before picking up my mom.
2. Picked her up at 11am. It was decided via multiple plot explanations and pointing at ads in the Sunday paper that we would go see "Nim's Island" after lunch. She picks the movie and has the most lesbian-ish crush on Jodie Foster of any heterosexual woman I know. I've seen everything already so it doesn't matter. If it's a poop-film then I just have a little nap while she enjoys herself. "Nim's Island," fortunately, is not a poop-film. It's a sweet kid's movie that doesn't suck one bit.
3. Oops, "Nim's" starts at 12:40 and now it's pouring down rain, which means:
A) we have to not eat at a sit-down restaurant because that would involve getting into and out of the car and consequently into and out of a wheelchair twice and getting soaked
B) we have to hurry and eat quickly, which means going to Sonic
C) we have to NOT HAVE LOOKED AT THE SUNDAY PAPER SHOWTIMES INSTEAD OF THE MONDAY ONES because when we arrive at the AMC Firewheel 18 (very nice theater, far North Dallasers, I must say), we discover that "Nim's" doesn't screen until 3:05, unlike on Sunday when it screened at 12:40. It does, however, screen at 10:10pm tonight for all you parents who want to keep your kids up way past midnight. Explain that one, AMC.
4. Dang.
5. Second choice is "21." It starts in 40 minutes, which gives us time to look at coming-soon posters, go to the sumptuous family-style bathroom so she can pee and get the Sonic cheeseburger residue off her hands (thank you, good teens of Sonic, for cutting her burger in half for her so she could kinda/sorta manage it and for that tree's-worth of extra napkins, which we used, every single one). It also gives me time to change her now-wet socks after being shuttled out of the car in the rain and into the theater. And this movie choice, again, is fine by me because Kevin Spacey is best when he's mean-mean-mean and that Jim Sturgess fellow is not difficult to look at, a fact I'm sure wasn't lost on Mr. Spacey, producer. She really enjoys it, too, so that's the only important thing. Also? I had so many AMC card points that we got a free huge Coke to split.
6. Movie over, she wants a mocha frappucino from Starbucks. She'll be on the toilet in 30 minutes after that one but it will be the nursing home's problem and not mine. We get one, we drive back, the rain stops but her sock still gets re-wet in the transfer back into the wheelchair from the car. Back in her room, the wet hoodie comes off, the bra comes off, more dry socks are put on the feet and she's off to dinner. I go back to my brother and sister-in-law's house, eat spaghetti and salad, write my Movies.com column, shower, put on pajamas, sit here on the bed and do this. Now it's 9:30 and I'm wiped out. Goodnight.
1. Woke up late. Like at 8am. If you know me then you know that by 7:30 any awake person in the room with me should be shaking me to see if I've lapsed into a coma because that shit just never happens. Ever. Slept a solid 10 hours the night before. Not my intention at all, considering I had work to accomplish before picking up my mom.
2. Picked her up at 11am. It was decided via multiple plot explanations and pointing at ads in the Sunday paper that we would go see "Nim's Island" after lunch. She picks the movie and has the most lesbian-ish crush on Jodie Foster of any heterosexual woman I know. I've seen everything already so it doesn't matter. If it's a poop-film then I just have a little nap while she enjoys herself. "Nim's Island," fortunately, is not a poop-film. It's a sweet kid's movie that doesn't suck one bit.
3. Oops, "Nim's" starts at 12:40 and now it's pouring down rain, which means:
A) we have to not eat at a sit-down restaurant because that would involve getting into and out of the car and consequently into and out of a wheelchair twice and getting soaked
B) we have to hurry and eat quickly, which means going to Sonic
C) we have to NOT HAVE LOOKED AT THE SUNDAY PAPER SHOWTIMES INSTEAD OF THE MONDAY ONES because when we arrive at the AMC Firewheel 18 (very nice theater, far North Dallasers, I must say), we discover that "Nim's" doesn't screen until 3:05, unlike on Sunday when it screened at 12:40. It does, however, screen at 10:10pm tonight for all you parents who want to keep your kids up way past midnight. Explain that one, AMC.
4. Dang.
5. Second choice is "21." It starts in 40 minutes, which gives us time to look at coming-soon posters, go to the sumptuous family-style bathroom so she can pee and get the Sonic cheeseburger residue off her hands (thank you, good teens of Sonic, for cutting her burger in half for her so she could kinda/sorta manage it and for that tree's-worth of extra napkins, which we used, every single one). It also gives me time to change her now-wet socks after being shuttled out of the car in the rain and into the theater. And this movie choice, again, is fine by me because Kevin Spacey is best when he's mean-mean-mean and that Jim Sturgess fellow is not difficult to look at, a fact I'm sure wasn't lost on Mr. Spacey, producer. She really enjoys it, too, so that's the only important thing. Also? I had so many AMC card points that we got a free huge Coke to split.
6. Movie over, she wants a mocha frappucino from Starbucks. She'll be on the toilet in 30 minutes after that one but it will be the nursing home's problem and not mine. We get one, we drive back, the rain stops but her sock still gets re-wet in the transfer back into the wheelchair from the car. Back in her room, the wet hoodie comes off, the bra comes off, more dry socks are put on the feet and she's off to dinner. I go back to my brother and sister-in-law's house, eat spaghetti and salad, write my Movies.com column, shower, put on pajamas, sit here on the bed and do this. Now it's 9:30 and I'm wiped out. Goodnight.
