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Last night was Jamie's and my date night. Doesn't the grammar of that sentence sound weird? Jamie's and my? But I think it's correct, at least the "my" part. My date night with Jamie. Jamie's date night was last night. Jamie's and my.
It was going to be so delicious. A shameful romcom (romantic comedy, for the uninitiated) and a bottle of white. We would maybe get a little shopping done, get some take-out, cozy up on the couch with mouths full of gossip and crisp sips. But Jamie was sick, and I've been drinking too much, so the wine was out. Our light shopping resulted in me rewarding my responibility with irresponsible calvin klein panties purchasing (BUT FYI FILENE'S IS BUMPIN RIGHT NOW).
Thennnn the romcom we got? The one that was going to make us titter and gasp and say "OMG" at each other? Sucked. Sucked! And I hereby put forth what will hereafter be the Number One rule in romcom selection: Thou shalt never forsake Jennifer Aniston for Sarah Jessica Parker.
Never.
You may not like JA, you might think she should get off the 'I wasn't hot enough to keep my man' pity party wagon already, but you can trust her when it comes to frivolous romantic drama. She won't let you down! Hell, trust a jilted woman!
SJP, on the other hand? She's banking that you secretly loved (or loved to hate) Sex in the City, that you're still upset they never made the movie, that you're still kinda jonesin for more, and you're hoping this movie will deliver at least a fraction of the SitC goods. It won't. She'll either give you watered-down Carrie or just...I don't know. A retarded character.
Lastly? Although a hot toddy might sound like a great remedy for a cold, and though it really will taste awesome, it will give you hot flashes and shin sweats and you shouldn't drink it in the summer.
It was going to be so delicious. A shameful romcom (romantic comedy, for the uninitiated) and a bottle of white. We would maybe get a little shopping done, get some take-out, cozy up on the couch with mouths full of gossip and crisp sips. But Jamie was sick, and I've been drinking too much, so the wine was out. Our light shopping resulted in me rewarding my responibility with irresponsible calvin klein panties purchasing (BUT FYI FILENE'S IS BUMPIN RIGHT NOW).
Thennnn the romcom we got? The one that was going to make us titter and gasp and say "OMG" at each other? Sucked. Sucked! And I hereby put forth what will hereafter be the Number One rule in romcom selection: Thou shalt never forsake Jennifer Aniston for Sarah Jessica Parker.
Never.
You may not like JA, you might think she should get off the 'I wasn't hot enough to keep my man' pity party wagon already, but you can trust her when it comes to frivolous romantic drama. She won't let you down! Hell, trust a jilted woman!
SJP, on the other hand? She's banking that you secretly loved (or loved to hate) Sex in the City, that you're still upset they never made the movie, that you're still kinda jonesin for more, and you're hoping this movie will deliver at least a fraction of the SitC goods. It won't. She'll either give you watered-down Carrie or just...I don't know. A retarded character.
Lastly? Although a hot toddy might sound like a great remedy for a cold, and though it really will taste awesome, it will give you hot flashes and shin sweats and you shouldn't drink it in the summer.