Of course, Larry ruined everything by wishing me a happy anniversary at 8 o'clock that evening. He claims he knew all along what day it was, but we were just so busy preparing for that day's visitors (old friends were dropping by) that he didn't have time to mention it earlier. What? No time for a simple kiss on the cheek? It's not as if he would have had to run out to the store to buy it, right?
I think I've been had. Next year? That guy will have a bridge to sell me.
Also? Larry and I went out for our annual movie date today, using the movie theatre gift card I bought him for Christmas. No problem with that, except he counts this excursion as a belated celebration of our anniversary.
Um...no. The movie was for Christmas. From me. Larry is still on the hook for some sort of anniversary commemoration, don't you think?
Anyway, we went to see Up in the Air because (and I know most of you will not believe this) I had never seen George Clooney in anything - TV, movies, nada.... In fact, the first time I ever heard of him was when Mrs. G listed him as one of her many secret boyfriends.
It's true, I live under a rock. And I'm comfortable there.
Up in the Air was a good movie for any number of reasons, including the fact that the main character did not bed a woman young enough to have been his daughter (thank you Jason Reitman); but Larry and I arrived at the theater too late to get popcorn. We ended up buying some afterwards and sitting together in the lobby to eat it. We looked weird. Homeless, even. And I was disappointed to discover that even though George makes for some delicious eye candy, his magazine-y good looks are just not my type. I prefer quirky good looks myself. Sorry, George - but in the highly unlikely event you come calling, I'm not home.
Yes, Larry, I just called you quirky-looking. Now get going on that anniversary gift, will ya? It shouldn't be too difficult. Simply try to imagine - What Would George Clooney Do?
[Up in the Air photo courtesy of www.daemonsmovies.com]