Extract

Sep 19, 2009 by elizabethie    2 Comments

Last night, Rich and I went to see the movie “Extract” – the reviews on Rotten Tomatoes give it a 62% but I think it deserves a better score than that solely based on Mila Kunis’ adorable working class wardrobe and smashing wedge sandals. But seriously, we thought it was wittier than a sixty-two and, on a narrower scale of 1-10 with ten being tookerific, we give it an 8.

This week, we played a round of mini golf at Peter Pan. I decided that I was up for the challenge and truly thought that this game would be mine for the winning! Poorly mistaken with a final score of 57 (not counting a few regulation “re-dos”) to 53 – Congratulations Rich! But, I would like a rematch.

Also, this week, I found myself in a place that brought me back to my days at an all-girls high school. We were sitting at table outside of Starbucks near a table of giggly tweens whom grabbed my attention with their conversation about God which transitioned into a conversation about designer labels, Gucci bags and Louis wallets (which each girl literally brought to the table as if on cue). On the topic of designer labels, they should not be mentioned when discussing what you are wearing (i.e., the girl at school whom they were making an example of for saying she wore Ugg boots and not just boots) as if such modesty is upheld in their own clique – doubtful (i.e., during a deep discussion about tights, when one of the girls excused herself from the table, the other girl jumped at the opportunity to inform the others that that girls tights (one of their own members) were from Target – “Target” must have overheard because the comment was quickly followed by a halt, turn and glare which was reinforced by boisterous clarification from across the promenade that they were actually Michael Kors). Then, an iPhone break was taken with a second or third round of coffees and then half of the girls left their “friends” for the evening. I saw some fake smiles and then, once the coast was clear, eye contact among the remaining girls and, like clockwork, all the “ills” about the girls who left begin. Sigh…

On a less superficial note, Rich has just brought to my attention a new website with a big heart – Yellow Bird Project – the indie bands we love + charities they support =  swag for us + giving to causes we care about. I am a particular fan of The National + Safe Space.