I woke up this morning slightly hung over, not too bad but found myself loafing around the house and in a desperate need for purpose. I contemplated going on a run but that would be too labor intensive, then thought that maybe I should clean but that would be too productive so I chose to go back to bed and indulge in some good old American t.v. Perfect.
Flipping through the 100 stations that my mom has, most of the offerings were sports, reality t.v of either bored dramatic housewives or drunk dramatic lowlifes, my favorite; The Food Network but after 10 minutes, I was getting hungry, so I turned to the movie channel and tortured myself with "Made of Honor", "27 Dresses", "The Proposal" and "Bride Wars". I guess I was more hungover than I thought because I sat through all 4. In a row. Only getting up every so often to nosh on baked tortilla chips and hummus.
Believe it or not, I was proud of myself, it was an improvement from the last time I found myself face-to-face with a RomCom. My mom had come to Paris a week after the break-up and we planned one of the days to hibernate in my apartment watching t.v, sleeping and drinking wine. Since she doesn't speak French, the only movie in English for us to watch was "Father of the Bride" and I cried the entire time while clutching my pillow like a loser and thinking of Monsieur Flaneur. This time, the new and improved me, made it through 4 wedding movies in one afternoon and didn't feel one bit forlorn (Bravo!). But annoyed? Oh my, absolutely! In each of these movies, there is some crisis where the wedding is called off and more often than not, in front of the guests. Give me a break. Weddings are expensive, the planning is grueling and people very much care what the guests think. No one is going to just bail in front of 300 guests. I couldn't imagine someone busting in on a horse at Josephine and Angelo's wedding who'd start making out with Josephine in front of everyone's family where they would then run off into the sunset like in 'Made of Honor'. Nor can I imagine a bride giving up her 'big day' and forking it over to her best friend who did nothing short of sabotaging her wedding a la 'Bride Wars' and laughing it off in the end. People stop speaking to each other when they are sat by the kitchen, so I can only assume that playing a 'Girls Gone Wild' video of the bride during her collage years during the ceremony would be the cause of some permanent damage. I swear, these characters are based on aliens whose emotions don't go further than the following scene or characters who have the compassion and understanding of a yogi. Normal people, especially New Yorkers (where most of these crocks take place) would do any of these things.
Saying that, whose the real idiot here? The one who made the films or the person who watched them for almost 8 hours including commercials. Someone made some serious cash on my hangover. Today is about realizing my progress, looking to the future and laying off those damn Skinny Girl Margaritas! Hopefully tomorrow serves more of a purpose....
