A Night In

Tonight, I vegged. I was a vegetable. Perhaps broccoli, but more like a carrot. Buried deep in the covers of my bed, definitely more of a root vegetable. :)

It was a great night. I took a 3 hour nap (I know, this is crazy. And slightly unadvisable to those looking for a good night's sleep). Which I needed. The past two days, I have had serious problems staying awake during the daytime hours due to my inability to sleep during the nighttime hours (some remnant from vacation, I guess). So I came home with every intention of cleaning my house, and instead, headed straight for bed, turned off my cell phone, and hibernated until some crazy person rang my door buzzer for some unknown reason. They were gone when I managed to wander over to the door, but they had served their purpose...getting my lazy butt out of bed. The new purpose for the evening was soon revealed. Time to eat Life Cereal and watch "You've Got Mail."

This might be the dumbest thing about me, truly. I have watched and admired Academy Award winning movies, very intellectual, socially conscious movies. I truly enjoy great performances, great stories, unusual plot twists, and GREAT movies. But my favorite movie to cuddle up with is the cheesy, very predictable, and yet TRULY AWESOME chick flick, "You've Got Mail." I've watched it a bazillion times, and I still love the end part, watching it over and over again until I sigh a deep sigh of contentment, thinking, "This is how life should be." Cheesy, predictable, and yet undeniably romantic. With flowers and music surrounding you as you kiss. Why does this not happen in real life??? Where is Nora Ephron when I need her???

Anyway, I love it. I love it way more than Sleepless in Seattle, which led us up to the point where they meet, and then, oops, all done. The whole thing about the Meg Ryan/ Tom Hanks duo is their chemistry, their banter. And "Mail" lets it shine. There is a part of me that thinks that the reason that I am so attached to this movie is because Scott and I started our relationship primarily via email (we were friends already, it wasn't an internet romance, we just shared a lot more on email than in person until we got more comfortable with each other). And there is a part of me that knows that's not true. That my love for this movie transcends my relationship status, and will just always be a movie that makes me sigh with contentment at the end.

It's horrible that I love such a horrible, cheesy movie. It makes me sound like the masses of people who wouldn't recognize a truly great movie if it smacked them over the head. But I am comfortable and secure enough to know that I do like great movies, but I also keep a special place in my heart for this one particular cheeseball. The same place in my heart that keeps me eating Life Cereal long after Mikey gave it up...and I LIKE IT!!!