Really though I haven't seen a movie in a theater since Christmas. I saw Girl with the Dragon Tattoo with the family (my mom had already seen the super-disturbing Swedish version...weird). Before that, I saw Horrible Bosses back in July of 2011. I've watched trailers online. But that just depresses me. Here's the thing. I'm not a movie person. And I am not ashamed. I did watch a few movies on airplanes in the last year. Crazy, Stupid Love (twice!) and this fucking winner.
Seriously did you click that link? I'm fine missing almost every movie made.
On Saturday, we took the Bolt Bus to NYC. The bus was late, as usual, and this time it entire thing smelled like the worst dirty hippie incense shop you can imagine. FML. We went to the Whitney Museum, mainly to take advantage of the free admission our membership at the ICA gave us (and we got that on Groupon). I like my museums viewed quickly, on an off-day, with minimal pausing and definitely no Impressionist rooms. Shocker, I know. It's best if they're photography exhibits, too. I mean seriously. THAT SHIT IS NOT ART IT IS A FUCKING SCREW GLUED TO CARDBOARD AND YOUR MOM KNOWS PEOPLE WHO KNOW PEOPLE. Next we walked up to Harlem. For a BBQ. Think about that. No, not Columbia University. Keep going north. We bought a sixer of Modelo Especial - not out of irony, we were not in Brooklyn, this was like, good beer - and got charged $10 for it. I don't care if it's New York, we were totes ripped off but the BF didn't feel like negotiating and I didn't feel like busting out Spanglish at a liquor store in Harlem. La cerveza cuesta menos de diez dolores, si? Si. Anyhow, we made it to the BBQ. Turns out it was in a newly renovated building full of white people. Basically a big international corporation puts their employees up there for dirt cheap. Yay, world.
But the view was nice.
My one year anniversary with Boston is approaching. I wonder what she'll get me. Repeal of ridiculous blue laws? Fingers crossed. Here's my new favorite: You have to order food if you want to drink on any patio. Any. Patio. I guess I didn't do a lot of patio drinking last summer. Forecast looks the same for 2012.
We've been kind of obsessed with making tacos. Probably because the best tortillas are the ones that come in 40 packs and then you're like "Well, what can we put in a tortilla today? Oh, I don't know. ANYTHING."
Mahi Mahi tacos with fairly decent homemade crema sauce.
We went bigger than tacos for Cinco de America Gets Drunk and did it up Tex-Mex style with a block of Velveeta, a can of rotel, and Miller High Life. You can take the girl out of California and the boy out of Texas but...
Speaking of shit that could be in a museum. I call this Queso #3.
No comments:
Post a Comment