Lazy Saturday

As the weekend approached, I was looking forward to nothing more than doing nothing. I'd say I accomplished my goal.

I awoke at 11 a.m., excited to look out the window and see rain and cloudy skies (because this justified my day of staying inside, doing nothing). Unfortunately it wasn't raining and I didn't hear thunder, but I remained hopeful. I decided make some breakfast--tea and toast--which always sounds terribly glamorous and Anglophilian (yay for my use of a big word) to me. Don't worry, it wasn't too glamorous because I used to squeezable Smuckers strawberry jelly for the toast and not some fancy Whole Foods kind that comes out of a jar.

I sat down on the couch, my station for most of the day, to read my book, Revolutionary Road. I'm contemplating kicking it old school and writing an essay on it, just so I can gather my thoughts and have something intelligent to say if people ask my opinion of it, but I have to get over my depression from the ending first.

Unfortunately, I didn't get as far as I would have liked because I felt a tinge of guilt for sitting at home all day. Part of me thought I should venture out to some of the shops I'd been meaning to go to, since Saturdays are my only opportunities to go (jobs sure do get in the way). I even thought about accompanying Preston to the car dealership to see about his new car. So I took a shower--something I was trying to avoid. I figured I might as well venture out of the house while it wasn't raining and afterward I could come home and continue my lazy Saturday.

Well, wouldn't you know it as soon as I'm ready to walk out the door it starts pouring buckets outside. That sealed the deal--back to the couch. Preston left to run his errands, so I decided this would be the perfect opportunity to watch one of my Netflix movies, Cinema Paradiso, a foreign film that he wouldn't have wanted to watch anyway. I changed back into comfy clothes and settled into my movie. Why, you ask, am I watching an Italian film? Well, first off, it's a cute little movie about a boy and his mentor/friend, who teaches him a love for movies. Toto, the young boy, is PRESH. I could just eat him up. Secondly, I could pretend to refresh myself on my Italian (I minored in it in college) and it reminded me of my beloved professor, Maurizio Godorecci. And finally, it gave me a mental escape to Europe--always a treat.

Only problem: I had forgotten how long it is. After two-and-a-half hours, Preston had gotten home and was already dozing in his recliner and I started getting antsy. I managed to finish it, though. (Note: I HATE not finishing movies). I roused P and we decided to use our Christmas gift certificates to get pedicures and neck massages. (He will probably make me erase this once he sees it. Mind you, he just enjoys the pedicures for the relaxation aspect and he doesn't get them often).

After our salon trip, we had to grab a quick bite before our 7 p.m. movie. I was craving a cheeseburger and Johnny Rockets is so close to the theater, so we decided to go there. Unfortch, the wait was way too long so we ended up at the Dairy Queen in Cahaba Heights. For some crazy reason, I betrayed my cheeseburger hankering and got chicken fingers (they looked so delicious in the photo!). BIG MISTAKE. They were greasy and gross and I left feeling unsatisfied and disgusted with myself. But not disgusted enough to say no to movie popcorn. We made it to the theater before the movie started. We saw Valkyrie. Ehh not my favorite. I was pretty disappointed. And the whole time I kept thinking about Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah's couch and how he's a looney tunes Scientologist now.

P and I got in bed early and I read more of my book while he fell asleep. All-in-all, I give my lazy Saturday a B. I think a nice fire in the fireplace and seeing a better movie in the theater would have made it really spectacular. Things to keep in mind for future Saturdays when I feel like doing nothing.