Victoria Grace Nation

Midnight.06.24.2009.

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He is the CUTEST thing in the world!


I’ve been wanting to see this movie a long time now! And since my movie buddy opted out of it, I was going to see it with my girlfriends, but they saw it without me when I was away on business. So I went with someone else =) and he really enjoyed himself might I add =). Oh it’s only because we were deciding between He’s Just Not That Into You or Slumdog, and I decided on Slumdog.


We met up after work, took one car, got the tickets and headed to a local bar for dinner. He had a burger and I had their special cherry pork loin, Mmm it was sooo good. The night was going well besides the small fact that I was freezing my bloody ass off and my thong kept riding up, which he noticed by the way and laughed. See the weather dropped way below suddenly and I had not anticipated the sudden change in weather. It was the first day that my bosses were back from their business trip and I had to do the whole thing and welcome them back considering I was left in charge the week they were gone, so naturally I had to dress to impress. I had on a form fitting black sweater dress, with a thin gold/black belt and my “F*ck Me, Dorothy Red” pumps. Since the dress was pretty fitted, I had to make sure there wasn’t a severe case of PL, but I guess the one I picked wasn’t so good? It kept riding up! Ack!


But lets not get sidetracked on my undies now, so we got in the theatre, the ticket collector was a cute high school boy, if he gained a few pounds, add a few years he’d be a very good looking boy. Okay ya I was checking out a boy in High School, goodness I am such a cougar, but ya we got into the theatre and HOLY SHIT…it was packed! And on a Thursday night?! Oh right, aftermath of the Oscar hype. I look around for a seat and something else hits me Geez! Seniors night or something? My date and I were the youngest people there! Everyone else was 60+. We somehow got a seat on the side (oh well, can’t complain) and we got comfortable for the movie. Previews came on and seems like Clive Owen and Julia Roberts are due for a movie together, looking pretty good too. I took note that I would have to take a trip to the theatre for that one.


Onwards to the movie now, my favourite scene would have to be the picture shown up front, Little Jamal in the washroom. NO it’s not because I am suddenly obsessed with all things that are fecal, shit, poopies. It was just coincidentally and ironically my favourite scene. LOL.


To be honest I was sort of surprised at how ethnic it was, the movie’s first few minutes were a bit confusing, but I got the gist of it a bit later. There is some getting use to with the Indian accent in the beginning, but I think it’s only from the fat cop. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t expecting the movie to be spoken in hindi so that was different, not in a bad way since I grew up watching foreign flicks with subtitles.


It made me sad to see how the events in the movie are things that happen in reality. I was sitting there having to tell myself over and over again that these things really do happen in real life and how grateful I am to be born where I am and have the things I have. Geez we’re so petty sometimes and look at a guy who has nothing and still lives life to the fullest, never judging, never hating, but just being honest, truthful and focused on his goals in life. Yes Jamal is a fictional character but he exudes traits that I believe we should all learn, his compassion for helping people in dire need of help even at a young age, his determination, his perseverance to go against the odds, to never let anyone determine your destiny.


But lets not get too serious and subdued here, there were a few things that bothered me in the movie, like how Latika at a young age looks nothing like herself older? She went from skinny bat child to India Cosmo cover model! Jamal and his brother Salim look nothing alike, I mean are they really brothers?? How is Jamal this round little thing and Salim a skinny little boy, Jamal looks like he belongs in some rich family, I guess the Mother’s been giving their food to Jamal this whole time…ahh this explains why Salim turned out to be the way he did! Gotcha! Oh and 14 year old Jamal and Salim…woah! How’d they go from cute, to THAT, to how they looked at 18. Come on Casting Director! India has one of the largest populations in the world, don’t tell me you couldn’t cast better people that could act as well!


Anyways there’s more, but whatever, I won’t judge. The musical score was awesome, it really helped tell the story. The scenes that showed the little tin roofs when the kids were running away was stunningly done, the Taj Mahal scene with the American portrayals was hilarious. I did feel the movie had some stagnant parts and it felt a bit dragged on at times, but other than that, superb at how the story unfolded and everything came back to where it all began. It’s rare to see creativity and originality used in most movies nowadays. I’m still a bit sad about the the bathtub scene, but other than that, the ending made my night. I was actually dancing in my seat and had all the seniors watch me. You know what? A couple actually got up half way and left during the movie! I mean WTF…was it really THAT bad?! Or maybe they had some family emergency? Hope not.


The movie ended early and we poked around for a bit before I went home.


Overall Rating: 9.6/10


I’m tired and is probably the reason why this post don’t flow and it talks about bits and pieces here and there. Oh well!


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I went to see Push, starring Chris Evans, Dakota Fanning and Camilla Belle a while back when my life wasn’t as busy as a worker bee. I had initially made plans with a guy friend of mine, the plan was to meet up after work, grab a quick dinner, catch up a bit (we haven’t really hung out alone since before I left for Asia) and we were going to try and catch the 7pm showing. Okay so work ended a tad bit late and we had to scrap the dinner idea, he was starving by 5pm and managed to wolf down a sandwich and I manage to have a 4pm lunch at the office…got to love gourmet pizza. So anyways, I’m rushing the story because it’s late and I need to sleep…okay ya so I met up with him at his place, we took his car and went to see Push.

I paid for the tickets and he was in charge of all food consumption for the evening, see it’s a beautiful relationship we have. There was actually another 30 minutes before the movie started so we chatted about nothing until the movie started. Push stars the beautifully enthralling, yet geeky Chris Evans (I’m sorry something about him screams mis-matched!) he was born with the power of telekinesis. Him and other American expatriates go through a twisting, twirling, whirling plot through the crowded, overly Chinese set of Hong Kong to take down some American Government Agency. The movie is littered with loopholes left and right, I was completely questioning the movie, but I guess the good looks of Chris Evans, Dakota Fanning and Camilla Belle (okay no she looked hideous in the movie) eased the disappointment a bit.

The movie didn’t have a logical explanation to things like Chris’s character, Nick and how he went from having sucky, shitty ass, lick my balls powers to being this great super hero. The movie lacked a real substantial plot, it had all these cool little curve balls to the plot, but nothing that holds steady ground. It’s one of those no-brainer action movies, actually an action wannabe movie. The movie just didn’t have enough t5o match up to the same caliber as other action flicks. Certain scenes were messy and made no sense. I felt as though they could have done more with what they had, I mean a person can only watch a person die from blasted eardrums so many times before they get bored and wish more creativity could have been put into it.


So Chris Evans…what do I think of him…as mentioned before, I am fantasizing about him and have no idea why! I mean don’t get me wrong, the man is a beautiful creature, but there’s something that screams GEEKY to me. Okay should be ducking from all the stiletto shoes that are being hucked my way right now, but hey! I’m being honest. And is it me or did he not look as sexy and toned as he did in Fantastic Four? Not that I’m complaining, he still has a body that most American men would die for. I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to think about his acting right now. I guess I was too busy stripping him down to his skivvies and banging the shit out of him in my mind during the movie. Oops!

Camilla Belle, who is this drop dead gorgeous girl, but looked as though she was some washed out, crack-head living on the streets of New Orleans, minus the tan (she was unbelievably pasty). She didn’t have personality, she didn’t have anything, she was a walking shell and normally it would be okay if she was easy on the eyes, but she was UGLY in the movie. So really now, I was not feeling it at all. Okay I get that she escaped some torturous prison and got her memory erased, but you don’t have to act like a fucking eggshell!

Ahh we get to the good part, Dakota Fanning who I absolutely adore, I actually am crazy about this girl. The time she was in I am Sam with Sean Penn when she was this tiny thing, or when she won the Broadcast Film Critics Association Award for I believe best young actress and Orlando Bloom had to carry her up to the microphone for her acceptence speech because she was too short and she spoke for 3 minutes and you can see how tired and annoyed Orlando was?! Uh ya…CUTE. And now she’s all grown up, not a girl, not yet a woman…*tear* Okay but this girl can act and she’s what? 14?! Let me tell you, she’s the next Meryl Streep, Audrey Hepburn in the making.

Okay then there’s the fact that the film was set in Hong Kong, I think the main reason why I went to see this movie in the first place. I was so sad though! They made Hong Kong into a sleazy, blockbuster, asian location! Hong Kong is this modern as fuck society and they didn’t capture the essence at all, what they caught was a fishing village full of Cambodians with stale noodles, and overly cheesy showgirls that belong in some 1980’s Chinese drama. The first scene I seriously thought they had shot in some fishing village in Cambodia, the “Hong Kong people” shown were all dark, the streets they showed were all the old, run-down, about to be torn-down areas of Hong Kong that I don’t even recognize. The restaurants and bars they used looked like something out of the Chinatown in San Francisco, I mean come on guys! You didn’t have to spend a shit load of money to send all these actors and crew there when you could have shot these scenes in Chinatown back home! FUCK!

Other than that, the movies twists and turns were surprisingly pretty good, it kept me watching, even though I was questioning the whole movie the whole entire time. Would I watch it if there was a sequel? YES. Hahahahaha only so I can see Dakota’s supposed Super Mom in the next movie.

Okay rating time, only because I looove Dakota Fanning and it was set in Hong Kong I give it a….

7/10

After the movie, I was jonesing for some chicken pieces, so we drove over to McDicks and bought ourselves some nuggets, fries and I nibbled the whole way back to his place. We spent the remainder of that time eating the overly dried, but highly satisfying nuggets and talked about what it would be like to be cannibals. It was getting late and we both had work the next day, so we said our goodbyes.

The End.

I felt a bit like Benjamin Button on the night I saw the movie, minus all the booze, brothels and wrinkly skin. It was a night of many firsts:

-First theater blockbuster of 2009
-First time driving since my Asia trip
-First time at that particular theatre
-First present from Dom

Okay, so it’s not as exciting as the “night of many firsts” like Benjamin Button, but it made for a nice segway for my blog so I’m sticking to it! Plans to watch this movie were made almost 2 weeks prior to my homecoming, it was something I’ve been looking forward to for a while not, not just because of the rave reviews I’ve heard from every single person that has seen this movie, but just the simple fact that I would be in good company. The plans were to meet at 1pm to catch this long winded movie with a 166 minute runtime (approx. 3 hours). Of course knowing me, plans always change. I spent most of the night before on the phone with Dom until probably 6am, needless to say plans for a 1pm matinee show was out of the question since my beauty sleep is usually quite high on my priority list, especially in the mornings. By noon I was woken by a wake up call from Dom, hearing my groggy voice and knowing my tardiness, he postponed our get together for 4pm.


So I was 10 minutes late, we ended up missing the previews and probably 2 minutes of the movie. I have a feeling he will snap one day and rip me into bite size pieces with his bare hands, but I’ll gamble on that one. I was completely confused for the first 5 minutes of the movie since the movie seemed to take place in present time, whereas to my knowledge, the movie took place in the era when chivalry wasn’t dead yet, kids played outside, women wore dresses, and prohibition was the latest fad. Then it dawned on me that it’s one of those flashback present day-to-past sort of movies and someone is reading a memoir where the story unfolds right before our eyes. Alright? Okay lets move on. I’ve heard this movie was a mix between Titanic and Forrest Gump, I can’t really lie there, it’s definitely got some aspects of that in there, like there was a sinking ship in the middle of the ocean, there is a young boy who falls in love with the childhood friend, but instead of being mentally disabled, he starts off being sexually disabled?


Alright so 3 hours flew by! The cinematography was amazing, a scene where Benjamin Button sits behind his father in front of sunset, the silhouette of Daisy Fuller (Cate Blanchett) dancing against a mystical backdrop of trees and fog, Brad Pitt naked and perfect, tangled in cottony sheets of white, oh gosh the list goes on. The wardrobe was fantastic as well, especially in quick scenes depicting Benjamin Button traveling around the world, a beautiful fire engine red dress that Cate Blanchett wore when she spent the night having caviar and propositioning a Michael Douglas version of Brad Pitt. A classic cannery yellow and white outfit that Brad and Cate wore when coming home from the tropics, the amazing sunshine yellow cape, Cate wore before she got herself acquainted with a cabs Seriously the wardrobe itself made me salivate, let alone watching Brad Pitt go from Old Man Jim to James Dean to a feminine looking version of Stuart from MadTV.


The movie was captivating from the start, with enough diversity in the scenes to keep movie watchers happy. There was a gory war scene for the action lovers, steamy, sensual sex scenes for the hornballs, Brad Pitt for the hopeless romantics, an old man who has funny flashbacks for the comedic lovers, and the philosophical themes and symbolism throughout the movie gave a chance for all the over thinkers and movie critics to enjoy. The fine details in the movie are worth watching in itself, not only are you watching the transformation of Benjamin Button’s physical appearance, but the subtly of every characters physical transformation was astounding. In the beginning, Benjamin Button’s mother was a skinny, good-looking black woman, but as Benjamin aged, you slowly see her gaining weight and as each day passes you see her lose elasticity in her face as well as darkening of pigments in her skin. It’s so subtle that you have to really take notice, but gradually her slim physique transforms before your eyes.


Besides watching Passion of the Christ, this would be the second time where everyone in the theatre is dead silent and completely still for a handful of seconds as the movie’s rolling credits came on. For some odd reason this movie is captivating. I wouldn’t say this was my favourite movie, but it’s up there.

My Rating: 9.5/10


There was a scene that still disturbs me, where a young Daisy Fuller at the young age of maybe 10 is under the table with Benjamin Button who looks about 70 at the time. It was a bit too pedophilic even for me.


The movie ended and since Dom had a social gathering to attend downtown, we separated ways, but before he surprised me with a late Christmas present. So we walk to the parking lot and he’s like “come to my car for a minute, I have something to give you.” A bit confused I followed him and he fishes out a overly cheesy Christmas bag from the trunk of his car and presents me with a bag of unwrapped goodies, hastily covered by blue wrapping paper. I was touched ( I mean wrapping isn’t my thing anyways). Inside was a body care set from Bath and Body Works, as well as a pair of plush lamb slippers. I gave him a hug and he roughly picked me up in a great bear hug that made me slightly pee my pants with fear. He walked me back to my car and halfway to my house, I get a text from him that says “look inside the slippers.” And what do I find when I get to the driveway of my house? A small thing of Tiger Balm! LOL. It’s an ongoing inside joke we have. I think I sat in my car for a good 2 minutes laughing out loud at how stupidly funny it was. But it made my present perfect, knowing the thought that was put into it.

A picture shows a thousand words, and I’m sure the picture above describes Twilight nicely. Cheesy, drawn for kids, a mixture of real and complete and utter fantasy. I saw it this Saturday with Mr. Verliezer Brein. We had made plans to watch Twilight together, hearing that it was good as well as just spending some time with one another without any interruptions. The plan? Nothing really, although that’s usually how we do things, just winging it and usually with us wondering and asking ourselves what we should be doing next. Mr. VB is a guy. No he is not Mr Vampire Boy…or ya why don’t we call him that. We’ll even describe him like how Stephenie Meyer does, “6′2″, with a slender but muscular body, his eyes, are gold, green. His skin is pale, ice cold, with a straight nose, and full lips. His hair, is always messy, and retains the unusual bronze shade that he inherited in his human life from his biological mother. Besides being ice-cold I think Meyer described Mr VB quite nicely, sort of.

Okay so we met up and went to a Sample sale down over on the west side of town before grabbing a late lunch at Vera’s Burger Shack. Probably the best burgers in town. Got myself the Pawer burger which has huge ass patty, an egg, fried onions, the usual burger stuff, added some mushrooms and OMG soo good. He had the classic burger with fries. After stuffing ourselves to a point of upchucking, we drove over to Richmond Centre, a shoping centre located in a predominantly Asian community. Window shopped for a few hours, even grabbed some juice and had my little run-in with that staring man, bumped into a friend that chose to ignore me. Then off we drove out of the city and went to a bunch of shopping outlets. Lame thing? Didn’t get anything but scored myself a blackberry bluetooth set for $50 when it normally goes for $150!


Okay so we ended up driving BACK to Asia Town to see the highly anticipated Twilight. Oh good god, we were greeted by a class size crowed of high schoolers in the theatre. No joke, there were like 30 of them all sitting row by row like newly planted rose buds, but terrible on the ears. They were screaming, giggling, with popcorn, and ice cream in hand. It brought me back to my teenage days, but funny, I don’t recall being so loud and obnoxious. They were seriously everywhere, even creeping in the washroom with their ice creams - yes because every young 15 year old loves to eat ice cream mixed with the scent of piss and period blood in the air.


Okay back to the movie, so I sat for 122 minutes of pure cheese. It was nothing like the previews! There was a 2 minute action scene, not even! So the story is about a 17 year old girl by the name of Bella, who moves into Forks, Washington, a small town where his father lives. She falls for this amazingly (excuse the french,) FUCKABLE loner who doesn’t think any girl in that town is good enough for him. Of course that is before he lays his green/gold eyes on Bella, this clumsy, introverted, emo teenager who is dealing with some type of personal angst. Of course this hot guy, named Edward Cullen isn’t what he seems, oh shit, he’s actually a century old vampire portraying a 17 year old for the umpteenth time! So he gets all horny over this girl, but in Vampire language it means he gets all blood thirsty for her neck. Ya…it really brings a whole new meaning to necking eh? Oh right so Edward Cullen comes from a family of ‘vegetarian’ vampires, meaning they eat only animals and not humans. Ya, I know, in the great words of Cher Horowitz, “AS IF!” like killing small animals is totally okay, uh like “Whatever!”.


So ya I was hoping for more character development, there were too many loopholes and unanswered questions. The movie could have tapped into a larger market if it had more action scenes in it and maybe some boobage for the vampirettes so the men would come watch it with their girlfriends.



My overall rating: 5.5/10

BUT….. for some reason it seems like as the days go by my overall rating seems to be changing…so now i’m going with a 7.5/10 because it was sooo much better than Jumper

Okay so during the movie I wasn’t totally keen on it, but for some strange reason unknown to mankind, I have been religiously googling everything on Twilight. I mean come on! What’s wrong with me? Have I just jumped on the teen dream bandwagon of Zac Efron’s baby blues, Hannah Montana’s baby bangs, hopeless romantics, cheesy teenage plot lines?! This can’t be happening! It’s weird, it’s as if Twilight has the same effect as a vampires venom, it kills when it’s happening but slowly once it settles, a new found craving begins.

Saturday, oy I had a busy, yet memorable Saturday. The usual lazy Saturday turned into 24 hours of productivity. From work, being religious, to seeing my e-husband, to even seeing an old friend.


I was out in Chinatown by 9am, picking up some food and groceries for people, dropped off someone, went in for a work related “meeting.” By noon I was making my way to the Chinatown Buddhist Temple to pay my respects since it was the Earth Mother’s Birthday. Grabbed a quick lunch and met up with my husband at the mall. Okay he was late, (yes I was actually earlier than him for once!) so I went to visit my heartbroken sister at work, with some mini donuts.



Met up with Hubby dearest, grabbed some java, grabbed tickets for the movie and did a bit of shopping around the mall. He modeled and posed for me in Hilfiger hats, Armani toques, just like how he would when we’re in the privacy of our own bedroom. Tee Hee Hee.

So we saw Zack & Miri Make a Porno, starring Seth Rogan and Elizabeth Banks. He and I saw this movie in hopes that we can take some techniques back home, but really I think we could have taught them a few tricks. Buahaha. The movie had some smashing moments, where it comes to the written script. Plots a bit cheesy and certain lovey scenes seemed almost out of character for the main characters. I mean can you seriously see Seth Rogan in some chick flick, love interest role? So that threw me off a bit, the whole “looking into each others eyes lovingly and stroking eacho others hair” thing was a bit out of place. Other then that, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Justin Long’s character (the Mac guy) is one of those super memorable characters in the movie.

My Rating: 8/10 (could be a 7.5)

It was sort of the descendants of a dirty gene pool of Young People Fucking, the usual chick flicks, and cheesy porno with the bad 80’s hotel lobby music and bad boob jobs. I wasn’t too fond seeing so much penises and breasts, but was good. There was a scene where some of the characters mocked the life-span of marriages, that was my husband’s cue to nudge my elbow and smugly look at me. Ya shut up, I know…we’re on our 2nd year.


The movie was great, having alone time with my husband was great, the bad, overly sweet, spicy thai food we had was horrid, the walking for hours in my 5inch pumps and in the cold was horrendous as well. The fact that my sister didn’t want to 3rd wheel our dinner plans was pretty smashing, oh as well as how my sister inspected my husband from head-to-foot, ear lobe to the fingertips. LOL.


We ended up doing another one of our multi-hour dinners where we sit and talk animatedly about everything and anything, like we were on some date and not married. It’s an odd phenomenon, it’s almost like we don’t despise each other for once.


We finally, but reluctantly said our goodbyes with a bit of a boob rubbing, and of course the Ebert Review on my parking and I waved farewell.


I ended up meeting an old friend the rest of the night, we caught up on all the missing action in our lives, we laughed, we cried, we even punched and screamed. By 3am I was partially delusional and I left with empty glasses of goodness!

So my e-husband and I went on a happy marital date like any old married couple on Wednesday. I showed up late again, of course, go figure. I walked in the front door of the movie theater, because like most average couples, they come in separate cars and sleep in different beds. But I digress. My husband was standing there in a sleek black peacoat that fit his muscular 5′11 built perfectly, dark denim jeans and a pair of shiny, leather dress shoes. Of course I wasn’t going to be the one to disappoint, in my black cashmere peacoat, black leggings and black leather knee high boots by Cavalli. There he was waiting for me looking all smug, he ushered me into the theatre (since we were 5 minutes past starting time) as he held two movie tickets in his hand.


The movie theatre was littered with a smattering of people all over the rows, not a full house, but a significant amount to make a small kindergarten class. We comfortably found seats in the back row and sat through 2 hours of what I like to call dark comedy with almost the same amount of full cast members dead as the Saw franchise. The movie had it’s bits of funny moments, but it was quite the thinker, think Crash/Babel meets Woody Allen, meets Dr Strangelove…er okay maybe not. Either way by rolling credits I had successfully managed to suction my husband’s ear with my palm, hid in his ginormous arms when someone died, and cracked enough jokes that the people around us were ready to shoot us in the head.





My rating: 7.6/10

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As mentioned last night, I went to see Eagle Eye with a friend of mine. The plan was to do an early movie then grab a quick bite, but everything didn’t really go as planned, knowing me. And in the end I didn’t get home til 1am. Mind you this was a Wednesday night and work was unavoidable the day after.


My friend Lenny is a skilled worker, a person who makes brilliance with his hands. Although his earlier intentions were not to be what he planned on doing, he is now working for a company solving diagnostic problems for his clients. Really, an all around problem solver. He’s a real character I tell ya. He is what I call a traditional man, dipping his feet into new age views. He is a man of opinion and depth. His mountainous size towers over me, with broad athletic shoulders, and indistinguishable eyes. His mass of Harry Potter hair flopping over his forehead. He was decked out in the usual blue denims, a pair of black and white vans, and a black, white striped dress shirt. Impressively West Coast.


I was starving by the time I arrived at the theater (20 minutes late of course) and my friend had already decided to aid my poor belly and we were going to catch the later showing instead. We walked over to a little restaurant, a La A&W and enjoyed our “gourmet” meal of marinated chicken wrapped in a hearty bun, a side order of cut potatoes, garden salad and dessert creme de glace. We walked over to a small coffee shop and got ourselves some after-dinner tea.


We got quite comfortable in the theater and began our journey into the land of Blockbuster. For the 118 minutes (minus the previews) we sat, shifted, stretched, squeezed, and moved around in our chairs, trying to stay warm in the cold theater. People were decimated, automobiles of all kinds were souring through the air, explosions splashed across the screen and a small mouthed young man by the name of Jerry Shaw rebelliously took us through the plot with a MILF that was obviously way out of his league. The concept for the movie was interesting nonetheless; as for a lot of the action scenes, I felt like it was just another Blair Witch Project in the making with more theatrical techie explosions.


All in all I give the movie an 8/10, I did enjoy Shia LaBeof and Rachel Holloman in the movie though, although it really bothered me as to how disproportionate Shia’s features were. His mouth should be on my 5 year old friend, Melina, mind you this girl can fit perfectly under my chair, that’s how small she is. But I digress, the movie was fairly fast paced. I clinged, clanged and cringed, even dangled off my friend’s arm during the exciting parts. I can assure you he was just as excited sitting at the edge of his seat with my sudden jerky movements and heavy grips into his limbs.


The night was still young after the movie and being crazy, wild people that we were we decided to stay out a bit longer. We went for a short drive and ended up parking and exchanged lippy, verbose conversations that went from stories of exes to the topic of abuse. At some point of our diplomatic verbal spews, things got physical. Things were stomped, kicked, dodged on. It got ugly. In the end we agreed to agree that it was getting late. We drove back to my car and said our goodbyes, trying to forget the heated exchange that we had, I left unsatisfied and knew that we would be back for more abusive reciprocity when the time comes.


I left the freezing parking lot and dialled my friend, Dominic’s number, his thick brit accent reverberates through the reciever and I can’t help but smile at his stupid voice.
You were on a date weren’t you?


As he accused me of dating and the fact that I was simply smitten like a kitten, which I naturally denied. It was a simple movie and dinner. He made more stupid cracks, I went home, had some broth, drank a mug of alcohol (because alcohol makes me think better), and after a couple of heart to hearts later, I crashed. And that was my Wednesday night.