A date with myself that is. Yes, correct as in meaning that I take myself to Dinner and then to a Movie.
Its refreshing when you come to terms with the fact that you can eat lunch/dinner alone. I remember eating in my car when I was friendless and working at Abercrombie one summer. I mean, why risk eating alone and looking like a loser with no friends? Exactly. I think we are all too caught up on what others will think if we dare brave the Food Court/Restaurant/Cafe solo.
After moving to NY, however, I think that school of though is only in Miami. Everyone in New York eats alone. They eat alone, walk alone, go to the movies alone, dance alone, lay out alone, everything alone. Its the world's most crowded, loneliest city except loneliness doesn't have that negative connotation that is usually associated with it. Its just a bunch loners doing what they gotta, wanna do regardless if others care to tag along. What a concept.
Okay, okay back to my date. So yes, my old tradition was that Monday night was Carl's Cheese steak Night. I would combat the deadly Monday Blues with the joy and anticipation of a Carl's Cheese steak, Cheese Fries, and Diet Coke ("make sure its diet"). I figured I had all week to lose/mask it so why not splurge and make the week's worst day go by a lil faster?However this past Monday, I had to add the 'date' part. Jimmy spoiled me with 6 full days of him being in the city so this past Monday would have been way worse had I not had the distraction of delicious junk food and wonderful entertainment.
I was heading towards my spot on 3rd ave but I veered off course and straight into Chipotle. There is something about Crunchy mixed with Spicy mixed with Guacamole that can make any girl happy. I even sat on the window seat so I could be entertained people-watchin' the herds of tourist walking by and they too could be entertained at the sight of lonelygirl dropping Guac all over the place. to think some people say I'm selfish.....
After that deliciousness I needed a movie. I'm obsessed with the movies. Nothing I love more than the movies. You want to make me easily happy? Take me to the movies. So I headed to my favorite theater which would of course would be the one smack dab in Times Square. Seriously, that place is magical whichever way you look at it.
I called up my girl Nobbe and asked for a quick review of (500) Days of Summer and I was sold. She even said its the type of movie that is better if you watch alone. So after dinner, Lonelygirl struck again. Instead this time I was that creepy girl who goes to watch a love story all on her own.
What. A. Movie. I can honestly say that I left the theater feeling overwhelmingly smitten. Its charming, witty, and whimsical with a soundtrack that has the ability to change your life. Its not a love story, its a story about love; there isn't the usual 'happily ever after'. it depicts real, factual love. The type us mortals experience. Not the ones dressed up and decorated by Hollywood.
Basically boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Girl doesn't believe in love. Girls live in her own lil bubble. He pops the bubble. Boy and Girl fall in love...I could tell you the rest, but my momma didn't raise no movie-spoiler.
“The boy, Tom, grew up believing that he’d never truly be happy until the day he met ‘the one.’ This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total misreading of the movie The Graduate.
The girl, Summer, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parents’ marriage, she’d only loved two things: the first was her long, dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and feel nothing.”That's all I'm leaving you with.
Go check it out. Trust me.
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