The Break-Up

Note to self, when you go to a movie alone, make sure the movie doesn't reflect anything dramatic happening in your own life. I was a teary eyed mess and wanted to grab onto the boyfriend of the couple seated on my right, because the girl of the couple on my left had the girl sitting next to me. It was rough.
But the movie? Each scene you have seen in every ad for The Break-Up is ten times funnier in the film. And the tears, holey moley I didn't think it was going to be that sad. That could be a reflection of art mirroring life. But I wouldn't choose Jennifer Aniston to play me. She was cute and funny; and I really did feel for her.

2nd Note to Self: Just because you trip in a store doesn't mean you have to buy the shoes. My feet? They hurt. Prior to the movie I wandered the mall and fell into Steve Madden. Then I fell in Steve Madden while trying on 4 inch heels. Patent black wedges. Super cute! Except I thought it'd be so much cuter if I tried the shoe on, while standing up, with pant leg cuffed up...Uh huh--heel caught in pant cuff, Golightly falls. On. The. Hard. Floor.
Mother...!

3rd Note to Self: Just because you saw a movie alone, doesn't mean we should continue the date with ourselves and take it to a restaurant. Eating and drinking. Again. And alone. It's not as depressing as it reads. I really wanted a champagne cocktail (I was missing those French lemonades) and a goat cheese tart from Toulouse--my new fave place in the city. Super-cute! Luckily this time my stomach stomached it out. No problems today.

4th Note to Self: REMOVE THE INTERNATIONAL CALLING PLAN FROM YOUR CELL PHONE.
Drunk call to Mexico last night? 45 minutes. Price of drunken call to Mexico? Aiyee...I so don't want to know. Trying to interpret Mexican-Italian phone sex? Priceless.