Monday, October 25, 2004

Old Friends, new movies, shopping for furniture, and a prayer for the Hendrick family.

This weekend was great. My friends Jeff and Mary from Florida paid a suprise visit to the scenic city this weekend so we had the pleasure of meeting up with them for dinner on Saturday. It's always good to see an old friend, so I'm glad they had time to catch up with us. We are very much looking forward to heading down there and whipping up on them in some Trivial Pursuit and other board games over New Years Eve. Jeff and I are always in rare form when we are around each other, and time is always limited. However, it's always great to see my best friend and his wife.

As usual, the weekend movie update is here, and I will try very much to be less artistic in my reviews. This week we've got Murder by Numbers, and Femme Fatale. We watched Femme Fatale first, and I read some other reviews on it so I was curious. It came reccomended for people who like Oceans 11, and The Italian Job. Both of those are great movies. Femme Fatale has so many twists and turns, nobody knows whats going on. My wife and I kept trying to figure it out and we were unsuccessful. Then, just as I was about to give up, something else happened and it made sense. Personally, I would not recommend this movie to people who like The Italian Job, or Oceans 11. I would recommend it to people who like Wild Things (also a pretty decent movie) instead. Wild Things was a little less confusing, and probably a little better but this was okay. It was a very odd role for swimsuit model turned actress Rebecca Romijin Stamos, but I guess it proves she can act (though can't fake a French accent very well) better than other models turned actresses.

Now, Murder by Numbers was something I almost bought and now I'm glad I didn't. It wasn't bad, but it was one of the most predictable murder mystery movies I've seen to date. They made Sandra Bullock look old and I'm not sure how. She usually looks pretty good, though I'm not as big of a fan as some of my friends are, this was not her best movie. Hopefully she'll do something better soon or I'll be forced to buy Speed.

We spent the remainder of the weekend shopping for furniture and playing vegitarian softball. Okay, so it wasn't really vegitarian softball, but my wife has a friend that's Seventh Day Adventist and we played softball with her and some of her church friends. I'm not discriminating based on religion, but I have a few friends that are SDA and we always joke with them about being vegitarians. Shopping for furniture is like Chinese water torture to me. I can't stand furniture salespeople, and I've never understood why. We had this one lady that was ready to move in with us because she was a "design specialist" and could come decorate our entire home. That's just wonderful. I may not have the best tastes in the world, but I don't think I'm going to be living in a museum that someone else decorated. I'd rather hang my Nascar posters all over the place so at least I know it's my home.

Speaking of Nascar, there was a tragic loss this weekend at Martinsville. Nextel Cup car owner Rick Hendricks plane crashed just seven miles from the speedway taking the lives of his brother, his son, his two neices, his head engine builder, and some personal pilots of some other Nextel Cup drivers. I'm not a Hendrick fan, but I was saddened by their loss and certainly our thoughts and prayers are with them this week.

1 Comments:

That's too bad about the driver's family. I absolutely am not a Nascar fan, but I heard about that a few days ago and that's just awful.

About the SDAs, I dated one for a couple of years, and they're not all vegetarian. Now, try to get one to eat pork and you're in for the fight of your life. Ha, they are pretty dedicated.

I didn't care for Murder By Numbers either. Sandra Bullock used to be one of my favorites, but she hasn't done much lately. She's gotta be in her late 30's by now. I loved Miss Congeniality though, so funny.
posted by Blogger Chas at 11:26 PM  

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