Doesn’t “nautical” sound kind of … dirty? No? Okay just me then. Never mind, go about your business.

Oh, people, I am sunburned. Me! The girl who never used to change colours even if she was outside for 9 hours!

On Monday, my ex and I met up for lunch. We don’t see each other that often, what with him living in Nova Scotia and all, so we talked for a couple of hours before he headed home. He was here for the Aerosmith concert; apparently he had a bit of a weird weekend where his host’s wife’s grandmother died on Friday, and they only found out after he’d made the trip over on Saturday, so he was kind of stuck going to the wake and the funeral even though he’d never met the woman. I think that’s kind of bizarre… I mean if I had guests here and God forbid someone close to me passed away I would NOT ask my guests, who were there on vacation, to come to the memorial stuff… Then again, that’s just me. And of course, being the self-centred baby that I am, I felt a bit insulted that he’d gone to THAT funeral, yet when my grandmother died in January, I didn’t even get an “I’m sorry for your loss” email.

And that’s when I kicked him in his sac.

Okay, not really.

Anyway aside from my pettiness all was great, he paid for lunch, then yesterday and today Rob and I hung out with other friends (my matron of honour and her hubby) who were here for a few days. They were staying in a hotel with an outdoor pool, which is where the sunburn came in; we went swimming yesterday afternoon, and again this morning, and yikes, I am a little crispy.

Little story: After the swimming yesterday afternoon, we decided we’d like to go to the movies. The boys wanted to see Transformers, and the girls wanted to see Hairspray. So we decided that’s what we’d do, since the movies started/ended within 20 min. of each other. Rob and Ian went in to the Transformers, then Nella and I handed the guy our tickets, and he told us that Hairspray was showing in the theatre straight ahead.

Okay, here’s a visual aid (click to embiggen):

Now. This is where it gets tricky. “Straight ahead” were two doors. There was Theatre 1, which was next to a poster for Hairspray, and the poster for Hairspray was next to a wall (on its right). No theatres beyond that.
Theatre 2 had next to it, a poster for “I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry”. I pointed at the door for Theatre One. “Right here?”, I said. “Yep, right ahead.” said the ticket kid.

So we went in. And sat down. And I started eating my wasabi peas (I do not buy stupid concession stand food– although I will buy a drink, because hey, free refills. I go to Bulk barn, and buy a big sack of wasabi peas or whatever. And I carry it in with me proudly. And no one ever says anything because if they do I have a big sack of dried peas to smack ‘em with) and nella and I talked about things, and didn’t notice until I checked my watch and noticed that 25 minutes had gone by and I was like ‘Gee this movie is taking a long time starting’, but then the previews started. So we shushed up. And what happened next?

You guessed it. We were in the wrong theatre. We were watching I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry. And we were STUCK watching it, because Hairspray had started half an hour before, and there were no other movies playing.
Now. I had really not wanted to see Chuck and Larry. I mean, I love Sandler, I think he’s a really intelligent guy under all the yelling screaming fartiness. And Kevin James is all cute and cute and funny too but cute! But I don’t like movies where people make fun of… like movies with the fat suits? Yeah, not funny. Well, maybe funny to some people, but basically lowest-common-denominator funny if that makes any sense. And movies where people make fun of the gays? Just as not funny as Fat Suit movies. And very much done, back on Three’s Company. So… yeah. Not Impressed that we were stuck in that movie. And (SPOILER) within the first 3 minutes of the film– a guy in a fat suit.

FABULOUS.

But, after that, it turned out to be not horrible. And actually funny through most of it, once you got into the mindset. Not something I’d pay to see again (well, maybe rent it), but not the big flaming crap pile I’d thought it would be. Also it has Richard Chamberlain and Dan Aykroyd. Both of whom are The Man.

And that’s all you can really ask for, isn’t it?