Matchpoint

I went out on a date with my wonderful boyfriend tonight. We went to the new movie theatre near our apartment and went to see Matchpoint (it was a compromise between what I wanted to see ( Brokeback Mountain and what he really didn't want to see, Tristan and Isolde). I had not heard much about the movie, so I didn't know what I was getting in to. Here are some highlights without giving away the ending.
1. It has the hot guy from Bend It Like Beckham and you get to stare at his sexy face and bone structure thought many parts of the movie since there are many intense close ups of him brooding.
2. Excellent chemistry between him and the leading lady
3. Sexy British accents
4. An ending that stays true to the whole message of the movie

Then we went to TGI Fridays. It sucks for vegetarians. I wish I would have gotten the Cinnabon cheesecake because it might have saved the lackluster food. However, I did see an awful example of stereotypical behavior. There was this Hispanic guy in his 20's or 30's who came into the restaurant wearing a polo shirt from McDonald's or some place like that. He asked this guy who was waiting if he had to wait in line, or if he could just go up to the bar, but, he said it in the stereotypical Hispanic guy voice. His rambling went like this, "Hey, esse, do I have to wait to get to the bar. Man, all I want is a cerveza." Teenage girl walks past him. "Hey senorita, looking good." Looks around and stares at her ass while jeering and making a clicking noise with his mouth. It was so wrong.

After that, to top off the date, we went to Safeway for grocery shopping. So romantic.

New TV

We bought a new TV. It's a 32" LCD TV. We also got high definition cable with a DVR. It is substantially more awesome than a regular TV with digital cable. We also bought a new media cabinet to hold the lovely new television. In true IKEA consumer fashion, we bought the media cabinet that matched our other cabinet and then went back the day after purchasing the media cabinet to obtain the matching coffee table.

Also, I have no radio station I would like to listen to on local radio span. Now, I really have nothing to listen to in the morning because I refuse to listen to Jack Diamond, or Elliot, or Howard Stern, or the Sports Junkies. I really must find a library that has more books on cds so I can listen to something in the car while I commute without wanting to kill myself or the people on the radio.

This is what I had for dinner: broccoli and Brussel sprouts stir fried with garlic and sesame oil, a chocolate chip bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jam, and orange juice straight from the carton. Delicious.

Beating Ben

So, Ben thinks it's cute to put the capslock on the computer WHILE I'm typing (see the capitalization of while). So, in retort, I blow snot on him. So, in retaliation to the snot, he gets up, pretends to pick up the pilates ball to play with it and unplugs the laptop with the five-minute-battery. Then, he asks me how reading blogs is going in what I thought was an attempt to be nice and say that he wasn't mad at me for blowing snot on him; he was really just trying to see if the battery had run out on the laptop. Then, the laptop went into hibernation and I yell at him for making me plug the computer in incorrectly when he took the cord out before I blew snot on him. Then he starts laughing and doing his little "I'm so funny that I amuse myself" chortle. Then, I pick up his pair of jeans that have been sitting on the living room floor and chase him around the apartment and beat him with them. Luckily for me, he was making a bagel so I trapped him in the kitchen while I beat him about the back and face with his dirty, coNSTRUCTION jeans. Excuse me, I've got more beating to do.