Happy NYE!!!

Despite my crabby-appleton mood the last two days, I am extremely excited about tonight’s NYE celebrations.  I know, I know–the girl who wished for severe illness so she wouldn’t have to deal with it, right?  Well thank goodness I revoked my wish in time.  E. and I are doing a lovely sushi, open bar & champagne package up near his place that will be MUCH cheaper than anything downtown.  It should be lovely and romantic and perfect.
I can get into the reasons I was dreading NYE another time (it has to do with our friends being so far flung from one another and my ever-present fears that someone is going to end up ditched) but for now I just want to wish you all a very safe and very happy New Year’s, no matter whether you’re whooping it up at a crazy party or having a cozy evening in with a pot of chili!

Sweeney Todd and the Stupid Asshats of Downtown Chicago

The movie with my girls was great.  Well, the time with my girls and the movie itself were great (movie is ohhhh so so so good for ohhhh so so so many reasons!).  But of course, the random asshats of the world always have to come out in force at the movies.
Asshat pair number 1 left after about the second murder scene and didn’t come back.  Ummmm, do you have ANY CONCEPT what Sweeney Todd is about? Did the DEMON barber of Fleet Street not give it away?  Is it because you seriously expect all musicals to be sunshine and smiles?
I’d never read or seen Sweeney Todd before and wasn’t 100% sure of the storyline, but at least I knew I was going to be in for a bloodbath.  And really, aside from having to turn my head for a few of the throat slittings, it really wasn’t unreasonably bad.  Certainly not “walk out of the theater bad.”
But I can forgive those asshats because the asshats sitting behind us trumped all.  That’s right kids, it was the classic “we brought our inappropriately young child to the movie” move.  Oh my dear god in heaven, can we please make it an arrestable offense to bring ANY child under age 8 to an R rated movie??  Sure, the little one probably couldn’t follow the movie word for word, but I’m sure he got that what was happening wasn’t Elmo and Shrek.  People like this need to be shaken until their heads rattle into some sort of sense.  If I had the ability to go back in time just once, it would be to ask these asshats for our collective $30 back because their idiocy (not to mention constant shushing of a baby who was just being a baby for two hours) ruined our afternoon at the movies.
Well, not ruined.  I mean, Johnny Depp.  Come on.
Still, it sucks when you are looking forward to a fun afternoon activity and selfish, idiotic people have to spoil it. Am I right, Dave?