Pass the Knife please

On a whim, (and another desperate attempt to procrastinate) my roommate and I decided to run out of our room 5 minutes before "The Holiday' started, and ran down the sidewalk, past large groups of drunk tourists (who were singing/ slurring "Rudoph The Red Nosed Reindeer) to catch the movie. This is the actual conversation we had on our couch:
Adriana: "Alright, time to get some shit done."
Me: "Right (as I google search starting times of the film)... 'The Holiday starts at 10:40, wanna go?"
Adriana: "What time is it?"
Me: "10:35."
Adriana: "...okay!"
We then grab coats/debit cards as we run out the door.

Now mind you, I am a very anal movie watcher. I hate when people talk, shift, or crackle candy wrappers. But this move had me gasping, laughing, crying, clasping my hand over my mouth, hitting my roommate, and even clapping/ hitting my knee while whispering, "yessssss!" I am not saying that this is a theatrical event that is going to change the way we look at cinema, but for a chick flick, its equal (if not better) to The Notebook.

Girls will want to be Cameron Diaz (I stopped at the drug store and bought the lipstick she was wearing throughout the movie, and Adriana bought the color Kate Winslet was wearing) and boys will want her. EVERY SINGLE MAN IN THE WORLD will want to be Jude Law (who I decided I would let cheat on my repeatedly and still take him back, taking my list from one [David Beckham] to two). This film was really cute, but will have you wanting to cut/kill yourself by the end, as you reflect on the absence of a gorgeous English man in your life.

So until my devastatingly handsome Englishman shows up at my door, I will just sit in my apartment, wearing berry lipstick.

peace, love, and ponies.

"It's not too late. One day, it will be."