B-Dubs was not awful, although 30 minutes for a drink order is not cool. Also, having delicious food brought to your table that is intended for another table is torturous when you’ve been waiting for 2 hours for food. And then when your food does arrive, it is cold/stale/missing key parts/etc…that kinda sucks, too. As does 7 bucks for a beer. I did enjoy myself, though…mainly the company, me thinks.
Boondock Saints was enjoyable, although some of the dialogue, editing, stylistic decisions seemed forced, if that makes any sense. Sort of like, “hey, we did this in the last movie and it was awesome, we should do it again.” Also, the gay jokes were a little over-the-top at points, which I guess falls into the “forced” category because they felt more natural in the first one. Other than that, the movie was awesome. I think 90% of it was just pure fan service (the non-sexual kind…which, I guess is called “Pandering to the Base”, but that phrase is large and cumbersome) with 8% story history and 2% meta-plot. I was laughing and enjoying myself through most of it.
What a day. Izzy went to work, and I got up with the kiddos and basically got everything ready for the rest of the day. We went to the Advent Festival and I was given a part of the trio to sing, so that was cool. We sang a bunch of Christmas carols, ate some homemade apple sauce and Aeris litteraly FREAKED OUT when Santa visited. She followed him around and was showing him all of the cool crafts she had made. David was a little too tired to care, but enjoyed the goody bag from Santa all the same.
After the festival, we packed up and headed out to Ashburn where Izzy got drunk off her ass. It had been over a year since she was able to just down drinks, so she had a blast, and apparently, told everyone that she loves me, and why she loves me, and other embarrassing stories, I’m sure. Thanks to Tini and Blake for inviting us out, we had a great time! Also, thanks, again, Kristin, for shouldering all of the crap we carried up the three flights of stairs. After getting home, unpacking the van, feeding Asher/trying to settle her, and various other things, I finally went to sleep sometime after 6 in the morning.
I got up with the kids (who slept in until 10…thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou)
I ordered some pizza and the kiddos and I ate that at the coffee table downstairs while watching The Last Crusade and I totally had a flashback to my youth of Sunday night pizza and movies with my parents. It was always a treat to get pizza and eat it at the coffee table while watching a rented video. I remember being introduced to Indiana Jones on those nights, so that was a pretty cool moment for me to see my kids sort of doing the same thing. When I saw them, I was around 5 or 6, which puts Aeris around my brother’s age when he saw them with me, so I didn’t feel I was administering them to anything they shouldn’t be watching.
Izzy got a little upset at me when I turned on Raiders while Aeris was in the room (at that point, I was still cleaning, and Aeris was playing with a doll house in the corner). I countered with the argument that Raiders was rated PG, and that she lets them watch Hellboy, which is rated PG-13 (I know, I know, the magical PG-13 hadn’t been created back then) and Hellboy has the word “hell” in the title. She then said that people’s faces melted off at the end of the movie and that gave her nightmares when she saw it. We ended up watching them and the kids didn’t have a problem with it (and weren’t paying attention when the Nazi goes through the propeller). They both liked them, so we’ll see if they request Indiana Jones now, instead of other films.
Izzy put the kids to bed while I reconstructed a Mantis deck that David dismantled (he combined all three of them and I was very sad)…I accidently stayed up way too late doing that (and watching Bruce Willis murder people in Izzy’s favorite Christmas movie), so I need to go to bed early tonight.
P.S.- I don’t have the fourth installment of Indiana Jones films, so I only watched the original three, and let me tell you, I was surprised any more came out after Temple of Doom. The-campy-over-the-topness + rubber-raft-bullshit makes Crystal Skulls look tame. Seriously.
P.P.S. – Best lines, “Prepare to meet Kali…IN HELL!” and “…so he won’t be joining us for the rest of his life.” And “…Hans, boobie…” I was cracking up until I went to sleep from that.