More doings with the Cantankerous One.

During the writing of the first writings of the day, as I was editing them, or roughly making a stab at it, I received a call. It seems Ratitoulle is playing, and a certain persnickety playmate of mine might have an interest in attending. It is warm, well, no, HOT, and sleep is elusive. Plus, it has been suggested, that this show might be worth a viewing. Even in my anti-Hollywood circles, I have heard similar sayings. As well, so long as I purchase my eats, my ticket shall be a gift. Hmm, I think a deal has been struck. I was having trouble concentrating on my editing task anyway, so I indicate in the positive.

I complete my grooming tasks, dress more appropriately, and head out. I had meant to do another review of the show before going, but I had turned the computer off and did not want to wait for it to turn back on, and, I had already said yes so I would rather not know if it was a bad thing I was going to watch. I pick up my friend and we are at the theater in plenty of time. Oh, yes, you do get a review.

For my part, I thought it was a cute if simple tale. It was not offensive. If it’s was multicultural, which I know it was, it did not shove it into my face. The premise was reasonable, though it looks like it had been reworked. It looks like Hollywood typicals began with a decent story, were about to rape it with their evil, and were called to restore it to it’s origins, to produce a decent child’s tale. My friend thought it was the best she had seen in a long time. She was very happy, almost thrilled with it. Urhm, she told me what she did before I told her what I thought. Weird, but I wonder what she would feel about a movie built completely to my specs? It is almost frightening to see what these leftists actually love… seems to be everything decent they decry in real life. I kept this last to myself, speaking with walls, leftists, and other dead things is for others.

Afterward, we had a nice drive back to her place. When we arrived, she wondered if I could be bothered to fetch a bottle of ‘that’ wine we used to both enjoy when we were together. She would pay. Certainly, Excelsior, correct? Hm? Think so? Off I go. Trust me, I know this one. I used to buy a case at a time. It was the only wine we both enjoyed immensely, or in fact, at all in conjunction. So immense means a great deal in this case. When I arrived, I see they still have our old favorite. I notice, too, they offer another variety of the brand, another red. I still have not checked white wines, but may eventually, from this vintner. I grab both, deciding that she will be allowed to take her pick, and return with the booty, also making purchase of a few more of my precious herbs and spices. She wishes our traditional, which I gladly hand over, and receive my payment. Upon returning home, I bring a few items in, along with my purchases. I still have not unloaded, se la vie. Then, I sort a few things, put the mail in it’s place, and bring the bottle to the fore. I open, poor, and sip. Nice, pleasant is what it is and this is. I then hit upon a plan.

Hello? Hello, I hope you are enjoying your wine? Much, and thanks. You have already thanked and paid, I am only calling to offer a cheers. I am preparing to wind down, so will be turning my phone off. Fine, but a cheers first I suggest? Cheers to a fine event, a good movie, and pleasant company. Cheers, she says meekly? and yet sincerely. Sleep well. I will try. Bye. *click*

Ah, that was easy, fun, and good, I think.

Well, now for the rest of the day? Hmm, I shall ponder. It is quite hot and I am still in recovery, to be quite honest, so whatever, it will be light duty, indoor light duty.