Lunch with Hilda.

Monday afternoon found me at my Gma's assisted living room having lunch with her and her people. She told me to show up at her place at 11:30 am. Lunch would start at 12 noon, but we would need to head down by ten of because of the fact that we would be walking at the pace of one mile an hour. Gma warned me that we would be sitting with a woman named Hilda, who is a bit off her rocker, and another lady (who is sweet but her name escapes me), who is completely deaf. My Gma thinks that seeing someone with a tattoo is wild, so I didn't put much stock in what she said about Hilda. That is, until I met Hilda. Lady is off her rocker, but I found her to be amazingly entertaining with a great spirit!

Hilda is this cute little lady with eyes that twinkle with life, as well as with a bit of something-is-missing-here. She was so accommodating and friendly with me. As soon as I sat down, she started off about how she loves men and is getting married in June, right here at the assisted living home. Would I want to be her maid of honor? The man she is marrying lives at another residential home, they love to dance together, and he is an excellent guitar player. "He's in a band! Do you have a boyfriend? There are other guys in the band. I bet they would marry you!" Hilda, oh Hilda, how did you know that I have a weakness for musicians?! Granted, I generally try to go a wee bit (see: a lot bit) lower than age 80. Hilda became obsessed with finding me a boyfriend. She literally asked EVERY SINGLE RESIDENT LIVING THERE for me. To the fellas, she would yell across the room, YELL!!!!, "Hey! She needs a boyfriend! Will you date her? Do you know anyone?" And she asked all of the women if they had any boys they could share. One resident said that he may be too old for me, but that he can set me up with guys ages 4-18. I informed him that that is definitely too young and then he broke into song. He was great. He's going back to Europe this summer where, where, as he informed me, it is very difficult not to stare at all of the beautiful women's legs. When it appeared that none of the residents could help me find love, Hilda then asked all of the workers, many of who were like teenagers. 

 Hilda also kept yelling across the room telling different guys how she can't wait to dance with them again. "I'm a huge flirt. I love to shake it." Hilda told me that she lost both her husband and son and then decided to just have fun and be happy, that nothing else matters. So now,she dances with everyone and flirts like mad. Though, she is quite the flirt herself, she did admit to me that she had to press her emergency button when she caught one male resident sneaking into the bedroom of the lady who lives next door to her. Hilda said that she asked him what he was doing and he answered that he wanted to sleep next to his girlfriend. Hilda had to press her emergency button because it was simply against the rules. The man she was referring to had three workers helping him into his seat, as he could barely walk by himself. It probably took the poor chap a good hour to get to his girlfriend's room.

Naturally, after such an exciting lunch, it made sense that my Gma and I would cap it off at one of her favorite places, CVS. She has so many coupons she was very excited to use! On the way out, Hilda saw me and stood up and danced with me a little, exclaiming again, just how much she loves to shake it, shake it!

Wedding, bam!

Okay, Sunday Funday Wedding Time finally here! What! I woke up feeling like complete hell, voice totally gone, IBS actin' a fool. Jess and I got brunch at this cute little French joint in the West Village where I pounded orange juice after orange juice served in a wine glass. I now only drink orange juice this way. For food, I had a most amazing oatmeal skillet concoction. I'm still thinking about it two weeks later. Oatmeal with herb potatoes and cheddar cheese and turkey bacon and beans! It sounds crazy! But oh the taste!! SO GOOD.

Post food, I got ready for the wedding at Jess'. God bless the girl. She doesn't have a full length mirror in the joint. It's decidedly hard to get ready without a full length mirror, while feeling like shit, in someone else's place. I put on nude tights because even though I'm usually all about fun tights, I was attempting to be classy. Nude tights plus knee length red overcoat definitely made me feel kind of stripper-ish. And the tights weren't the comfy sort. They were doing the slide down all night making me feel like a stuffed sausage. I kept trying to slyly pull them up as I was simultaneously getting low. Whoa. A whole paragraph dedicated to nude tights. Are you surprised?!

I had to head back and drop off my stuff at Bird's before heading to the wedding. On the train, I naturally made a new friend; a girl from Australia who is on holiday and is moving to London soon. She was going to participate in a ballroom dance contest that night. She was lovely and we had a lovely conversation and an older woman who was listening was very excited by all of the loveliness and we all wished each other well.

Somehow, I arrived at the venue, Freebrook Academy, 45 minutes early, so I made my way to a bodega where I bought cough drops and pet a cat. Always a great time! So, the wedding!!! Okay, I should probably state at some point that the bride is a dear, dear friend, Michelle, and the groom, an awfully lovely chap, Rustun. Michelle and I met working at Mercury Lounge and became fast friends. Just a few months into our friendship, we dressed up as Axl (her) and Slash (I) for Halloween, completely solidifying the bond. Since then, we have done a lot of other exciting things, like playing Ms. Pacman, petting cats, listening to Sinatra, and eating chocolate chip cookies. Michelle and Rustun are a really classy couple and their wedding totally represented this. Freebrook Academy is a totally charming mansion in Bed-Stuy built in the 1900s. It now serves as the space for a progressive school and also is where Boardwalk Empire shoots. AKA it's pretty amazing. I walked into the grandness and am immediately swept into a different era; vintage beauty swirling all around me, and jazz music filling the air. It was a great scene. To the left, there is a room where you can serve yourself wine and beer,and where a few people mingle. I make some new friends and wonder why I wasn't friends with these people before. As more people arrive and the time slips on, we are all ushered upstairs to a balcony where we would look down on the wedding. How badass is that?! Looking down on a wedding? None of that stuffy sitting pew business. Of course, I was completely terrified I would knock my wine over the ledge the entire time, but still, it was great. The wedding itself was really touching. It seemed that Michelle and Rustun were not sure where their vows were, but they said some very sweet stuff about each other. The speeches later went on the same theme. Literally no one could find (or wrote) a speech, but they were all funny and wonderful in their own rights. Michelle compared Rustun to a cat which I really liked because I really like cats. They like cats pretty much as much as me, which was evident in the fact that they had cats (along with a bride and groom) on their cake, and gave out pins with their cats' faces on them. I wore my pin so proudly let me tell you.

Amazing pins featuring amazing cats/amazing couple

Confessional: I had the very important job of clearing the plates throughout the night. I had every intention to do this and to do this well, but I must admit, there was not one plate that I cleared. Everyone around me was clearing plates. At one point, someone came to take my plate and I said that he is doing my job. He didn't seem to care, and he took the plate from my hands. I feel kind of bad about this. I'm sorry I did not clear a plate....

I was very happy to mingle and dance the night away,to catch up with old friends, and make new ones. I commented on how a couple of the ladies I'm friends with from work looked so different; they all had grown out and dyed their hair. In response, one of them told me, "You look exactly the same." Um, thanks?? I wasn't quite sure how to take that. The catching up with the peeps proved to be quite difficult after around an hour in because it was at this time that I could no longer speak. At all. I tried to  convey my thoughts through my body aka by dancing nonstop. I do feel like my dancing would have been better if it wasn't for that nude tight situation I had previously mentioned. Also, this happened: A dead sober, classic jam the finger in the door. A blood blister promptly formed which was (is) totally disgusting, but by which I was admittedly kind of fascinated by. So, yeah, I basically was a hot mess: blood blister, sausage nude tights, can't talk. At one point, Michelle came up to chat with me and I literally could not get a word out. I think she just thought I was speechless and I'm going to let her believe that. But despite this, it was wonderful and I'm so, so happy for them!!! Oh, did I mention that Pies and Thights (AKA to-die-for fried chicken, biscuits, and mac'n'cheese) catered the wedding?! HOLLA!!!

The Wedding Chronicles-the day before!

Still leading up to the wedding!

And we're on Saturday!

To recap, Friday had me chillin' with a professional fighter on the train, ordering an $18 drink, playing Apples to Apples, and hanging out with a couple of brosefs who go by the names of Tom and Jerry.

So, Saturday comes around and Ca$h and I are up early to head off for some morning stretches at pilates. It's an intimate class, with only Cassie, me, and some other chick there. The teacher is a funny lady, dressed up in her idea of a "cop" suit because she has an audition later that day. I'm all about fitness and stretching it out, but the real reason I was down to try the class is because I had heard a lot of stories of the teacher using different tactics to bring awareness to the body. For instance, using the term "neon thong". Sounds terrible, but it certainly does paint a picture of what area is being referred to. No neon thongs wore mentioned, but the ladycop teacher really enjoyed the phrase "lady station". I have taken years of dance and am currently hooked on Mind Body Barre classes, but yeah, one thing that pilates has always gotten me at (and not in a good way) is all the thinking about body parts. I find that I spend so much timing worrying about keeping my spine this way and that and over-thinking each move that I am free-birding. So, yeah, more lady station/neon thong talk please. Anyway, the whole experience was pretty good. I felt pretty limber afterwards which is always a plus.

Post-pilates, we had some mango bean salad (kudos to Ca$h), got our nails did, and went to an outstanding kitchen store. At the store, I was able to purchase some great stuff. Please refer to picture!!

Donut mix, cat cookie cutter, bless you tissues

After all that fun, Cassie and I headed for some Mexican grub and then counted down the minutes until we would be exposed to "Spring Breakers". Okay, by now a lot of you (maybe?) have seen or at least heard of the movie. Let me tell you, it is SOMETHING. Here is the trailer  and no, I don't recommend all audience members to watch this. It's very "R" if you will. Cassie and I only had a vague idea of what to expect. We found ourselves either laughing, about ready to leave our seats, and very "are you dead serious" the whole time. The best/worst part is that everyone around us seemed to be taking the whole thing in quite seriously. No one else seemed a little bit put off by the fact that it's the same like three script parts continuously looped over and over again. "Spring break. sprrriiiiing breaaaaak. Sprriiiiing breeeeak foreeever..." and "It's really nice here, Grandma. Everyone is so warm and welcoming..." and "You scared?! You scared? Yoouuuu scarreeeeed? Scaredy pants!!!" So much of that over and over. Yet, I do agree, some parts were kind of badass. Britney Spears montage was something. And yeah, I enjoyed all of the neon and stuff, but yeah. Whoa, I should get off this topic. Way to be vague....

So, after watching that, we both felt a bit off, understandably so. At this point, my voice was starting to go (bronchitis whaaat!), which added to my wtf-ness.  We eventually parted ways, Ca$h to an engagement party for tall people, and I off to spread cheer in the Lower East Side.  After making a cameo in the place where I used to work, I headed to the West Village to visit my dear friend, Jess. Craig's List brought us together back in 2007. Roommates, what! And we're still great friends, go figure! So, I got lost a lot en route to her apartment, because I always get lost in the Village, but it was lovely to see her and her nice boyfriend, once I eventually did arrive. I, quite hoarsely, caught them up on my life, and they, with much stronger voices, filled me in on theirs. The boy eventually left, and Jess and I hit up the town, aka went to a bar around the corner for a glass of wine. There we did more chatting, made some friends, and took some toilet paper. It wasn't stealing because stealing is bad, and also because we told the staff that we were in need and they were fine with it. It was a stellar time indeed, and the toilet paper came in handy, because it is a necessity and all (well, to most, or some).

Saturday was off the heezy, but as you may have gathered long. I mean, I really wouldn't blame anyone for stopping after the first paragraph. I do have rambling tendencies! Next up: a sweet-ass brunch and the WEDDING!!!!

And a lot of other great shiz because I'm totally revamping in crazy, mind-blowing ways! Brace yourself! And have a fabulous day!!!

Bronchitis, ain't nobody got time for that!!!

So, part of the reason I've been totally slacking is because I've been feeling totally lackluster! The wedding, which was amazing and that I started to blog about in my last post, was also great because it made the sickness kind of come to a head. Staying out late and playing Apples to Apples will definitely take a cold to the next level! I finally went to the doc's last week, and they put me on Prednisone which is a steroid and will kill the badness. The problem with me at the doctors (where do I start) is that despite the fact that I may appear semi-ill (black rings under eyes and coughing), I'm still chatting away asking about Easter plans and the weather.  Example: Doctor walks in. I ask her how she's doing. She replies she's okay, but how am I feeling. "Well, you know, don't feel so great, but it's sunny out!" It's amazing I got any medicine really. But, back to the Prednisone. I officially understand why athletes do crazy stuff when on the 'roids. I'm not doing anything nuts, but I definitely had a couple of days on edge. I tried to make a mix cd and my computer could no longer detect my burner. I was BESIDE myself. And you should have seen me making spelt flour cat biscuits. They ended up coming out great, but oh my, what a process! So angry!!!

Anyway, and then I was thinking, people call me Killah K, that's for sure, but I'm about more than just the day to day! I have recipes! And advice! And lots of good stuff to throw around! So, I'm going to work on really making this site completely awesome! Please be patient with me! I have more ideas than I can keep up with! Okay, so I suppose this is a sort of pregame post. It doesn't really tell the rest of what happened leading up to and including the wedding. That's coming though! This is more, making mixed cds while on 'roids is terribly annoying and there is a lot of great stuff to come! So, thanks for reading and please be patient as the greatness manifests!!!

Pies and Thighs Wedding!!!--The Friday Before.

My dear friend,Michelle, got married on Sunday, March 25th, in Brooklyn. Here is a blog leading up to the big day. It begins with Friday, travel day. More days to come!

Friday, Travel Day. 

I like to spice things up so I did a half drive, half train situation. I stopped for a Happy Meal along the way. This was a terrible idea for my stomach, but I can't remember the last time I had one, and I really enjoyed the pint sized box it came in. Anyhoo, off topic, shocker. So, I'm waiting for the train in New Haven, rockin' my penguin hat, and trying not to stare at no one in particular. I board the train and right away this dude asks if he can sit with me. He immediately proceeds to take out his phone and call five million people. When the conductor comes to take our fare, the dude proceeds to whip out a huge wad of cash.  He then focuses his attention on me, asking if I'll be his bodyguard.  "You want me to be your bodyguard?" I ask. "Well, I mean, I do lift weights. Sure, why not." He then tells me he is a fighter, hence the cash. "A fighter? Like you bet on fights or you are doing the fighting?" Turns out, he does the fighting. He lowers his sunglasses revealing a nasty black eye. His name is Ramon and he has beef with me from the train platform earlier.  "I saw you give me this look." "I gave you a look??" "Yeah, like you was scared or something. You don't remember that?" He asks me. "No, I was just staring off but I'm sorry if I pulled a face. I do tend to roll my eyes a lot and not even realize I'm doing it." After Ramon and I squash our beef, he then proceeds to talk to me for two hours. Ramon is 42 and from Puerto Rico. He has lived in the Bronx, Wisconsin, and currently in Connecticut. He loves fighting more than anything. He knows how to respect the ladies because he has like six sisters. Ramon has a slew of kids himsef, the eldest being a twenty-seven year-old daughter. He switches Sim cards on his phone (because he has two and not everyone can know where he is) and logs onto Facebook to show me pics of all of his kids. Ramon tells me a story about a 21 year-old girl who lives three doors down from his ex and how he tries to help her but doesn't want her to get the wrong idea, because he respects and understands ladies after all. Ramon tries to teach me Spanish, tells me why he decided against enlisting in the army, and then informs me that God put us together. "Not like in that way, but like as a friend way. Like, I saw you and felt a click. That's God!" Ramon got off one stop before me and continued to wave from me on the platform as the train took off. Good times.

My mission when I get off the train is to find Cassie's (Bird, Cash $) work and hang out around there until she gets off at 6. Well, I got there around 5:23, so I spent a good amount of time sketchily loitering outside her building, sitting in a park, and then walking around the block. During this time, I received my test results for the Foundations of Reading MTEL (teacher test, blah!), and thankfully, I passed. That test was no walk in the park. For the first forty minutes I was trying to block the chick next to me out who was talking to herself about law stuff. Anyhoo, since I had time to kill and I passed the test, I figured it'd be fitting to treat myself to a happy hour drink. I'm a pretty straightforward drinker. I don't like to mess around too much, usually sticking to an occasional glass of Cab, perhaps a Heineken, or at times, a Tom Collins. Yet, somehow I'm pointing to a drink entitled "Heaven on Earth" on the menu and saying that I'll have that. WORST IDEA EVER. For one, I haphazardly neglected to check the price. "That'll be eighteen dollars please." Eighteen dollars! For a drink that has beets in it and burns my throat going down! I'm an idiot. "Heaven on Earth" looked like it belonged on a Christmas tree. I was sort of embarrassed to be drinking it. A guy approaches me. "Is this the drink menu? I'm Josh by the way." So smooth, Josh, getting your name in there. Josh and I and some other lady next to us begin talking for a good fifteen minutes or so. Evidently, everyone at the bar is to celebrate Kinky Boots the musical. "The producer's right there. Nice guy. So, you're here for the party too?" "No, I'm here to crash the party," I tell them. Josh is nice enough, and the lady (Maureen? Mel? Lucy?) opened up to me (after he went to mingle more) that she has been single for the past two years and has tried Match.com and everything but is very frustrated. Do I think she should just have a casual hookup? I like how I'm giving this middle aged woman advice after twelve minutes of meeting her.

Cassie finally gets off work and after I encourage Maureen (?) to do her thang, Bird and I are off to BK to meet up with our college friend Cruz. Cruz hangs out with us like once a year, usually meeting us at B.B. King's for a cover band of some sort, most likely involving the Rat Pack. So, we head to this German Beer Garden where I proceed to eat and drink things that will completely mess with my stomach. IBS what what!! Post stomach messin', we head to the Zombie Hut because we are quite interested in seeing what this entails. Well, somehow it is less Zombie (minus a delicious frozen orange thing named "frozen zombie. Well, it's actually terrible initially, but gets better), and more tiki-like. I like tiki-like though. And the jams are pumpin'! I'm talking R. Kelly and Beyonce! So good. Cruz, Cash and I start playing Apples to Apples and this group of friends asks to join us. Being the accommodating ladies that we are, we said but of course.  In order for the group, Dexter, Nathan, Takia, and I didn't catch his name but also nice dude, to join us, they had to ask other people to move. Thankfully, everyone was quite obliging at the Zombie Hut.  So, a rowdy game started. I don't think the newbies really liked our way of playing. We went for the less obvious choices, well, they were obvious to us. For instance, playing "lobster" for "inspirational". Makes total sense. Anyhoo, they were good people despite this. Dexter had a crush on Cruz but she informed him that after a scout, there was no talent in the bar. He was crushed. He tried to talk to me for a minute, and that didn't work out either, so we wrapped up the game and headed for some s'mores. Cassie had been wanting to go to Camp since moving to BK and I had always wanted to go but regrettedly hadn't when I lived there. So, up the street we went, to a place where you can order a s'more plate fully equipped with a mini-fire. Genius. Except, really?...no concern over drunk people playing with fire?! Anyhoo, the s'mores were simply divine. We were all in the can't-stop-dancing phase of our night, so we got low. A guy came over and asked us if we were "coked out Girl Scouts". Cruz took this as a compliment since "aren't people that do coke skinny?", but I informed him that we don't do coke, and we never did Girl Scouts. His name is Tom. His friend's name is Jerry. So, Tom and Jerry start talking to us. Meanwhile, Dexter and his friends have filed into the bar, looking for Cruz to ask for her number. She turns him down again, poor lad, and focuses on Tom and Jerry. As this is all happening, I'm at the DJ booth requesting Taylor Dayne, Three Dog Night, Weezer, and ABC's "Poison Arrow". The DJ's boyfriend is horrified by my song choices. The DJ ends up playing "Tell It To My Heart" but gives me a DJ etiquette lesson aka don't over-request. I feel bad. "Aaah! I know this! I know! I just really got excited!" He tells me it's okay and he hopes my "Gemini guilt" won't get the better of me, referring to a talk we had previously had involving astrology.

Well, after the s'mores were eaten and it was obvious the rest of my requests weren't getting played, Cash and I decided to call it a night. Cruz, meanwhile, stayed behind to chat up Tom and Jerry some more.

Roller skating to conquer fears.

I was in second grade.  It was Laura Brophy's birthday party.  Laura Brophy is the same girl who I would later let borrow my flute and then never returned it.  Laura Brophy is now a  music teacher.  I think I deserve some credit in this. ANYWAY. As I was saying, it was second grade and Laura Brophy held her birthday party at a roller skating rink.  I was terrified. I vividly remember sitting by myself in an adjoining room while everyone else fearlessly skated.

Skate Trainer

Twenty years later, and I decided it was about time to conquer my fears, so when a few friends from work asked if I wanted to go to the United Skates of America with them, I said hell yes.  The lovely ladies I went skating with, Melissa, Rose, and Leslie, brought along their kids, because well, it makes sense to have kids if you're going roller skating.  They graciously said I could share a kid and pretend that I'm helping them when in reality, they're helping me.  Thank god, United Skates have these contraptions called "skate trainers" that you can rent out. I had initially tried to tag along with Melissa's daughter on her skate trainer but I was definitely hindering her skating, so I had to get my own.  My friends kept encouraging me to go "Left! Right! Left! Right!" but I literally could not do it.  All I could do was grip the skate trainer for dear life and try to avoid all of the falling children.  So many causalities!!!  I made it around twice before I had to take a break. I was sweating profusely, arms hurting from relying on the trainer so much.  Melissa tried to help me off, which resulted to me clinging to her and  accidentally half-taking her shirt off.  Good times. I gave up on clinging to her, and decided to just sit down on the floor and crawl off the rink.  A skating referee guy asked if I needed help and I told him no thanks, I'm fine with crawling.  I didn't give up though! I think I made it around the rink eight or so more times (granted, with the trainer), before I put myself in charge of getting sodas. A couple of the other kids were also discouraged from falls, but most of them seemed to have already graduated from their trainers to flying solo.  Good for them!!

Going nowhere fast!

Take note: our feet are basically on the ground.

After all of the falls and sweat, we decided to try out the rock climbing wall. NOT EASY, folks.  Melissa and I blame the fact that we attempted the climb in our socks (our shoes were in our lockers, which we somehow managed to lose over $5.00 each on because we don't understand how to use lockers), for getting nowhere. All of the children reached higher heights than us. No biggie, haha.

Despite the fact that there was lots of perspiring, relying on a trainer, and climbing nowhere, I'm actually quite glad I went because I did it! I conquered a fear! Next up: biking!!

Silver Linings Playbook, Part Three.

Alright, so I just got in from watching The Silver Linings Playbook for the third time.  I'm sort of a big fan.  I believe the only other movies that I have seen multiple times in the theater are the following: Titanic (I was like twelve), The Departed (Go Boston!), and Midnight in Paris (so much whimsy!).

The first time I saw Silver Linings Playbook, I was walking in Brooklyn Heights with my dear friend Bird (has knock knees like Big Bird).  We were walking on Pineapple Lane (delicious) and there was a veterinarian clinic (I heart animals), and an apartment with fantastic gaslights outside of it (stellar). I was like, holla, this is the life.  Maybe one day I'll live on Pineapple Lane in that gaslight apartment and have a cat. And then we saw the movie and I was like damn, that's a good movie.

I saw it exactly two days later with my mom. This time in a strip mall in a small Massachusetts town.  I still loved it.

I then proceeded to read the book, which I enjoyed, but it was somehow not as good as the movie which is totally rare I feel.  The best part of the book, in my opinion, is the following passage, from the chapter, "I Fear Him More Than Any Other Human Being":

But he takes a deep breath and his soprano sax starts to sing the bright notes of "Songbird"....Kenny G's hips are swaying right before my eyes-with every brain jolt I'm yelling, "Stop! Stop! Stop!"-the end of his instrument is in my face, pounding me with smooth jazz..." 

Pounding me with smooth jazz??? Amazing. Plus, Kenny G has always kind of freaked me out too so I can relate.

Anyway.

Tonight, after taking some barre/meditation class, my friend Michaela and I met at a place called UnWINEd in the mall. It's a wine bar. Get it? UnWINEd??? And yeah, it's in the mall? What?

The place is kind of ridiculous. I mean, who drinks wine in the mall?? And there is like an older dude there playing a guitar which is strange, because really, where are we?! Then again, once I walked into the Rite Aid in town and there was someone playing a piano.  I kid you not.

Anyhoo.  So, two glasses of Cabernet later and we're going across the street to the movies in yet another, strip mall. Oh, America, you and your strip malls.

The cars are parked crazily, mainly in non-spots, as is often the case at this joint.  Yet, no one is there when we walk in.  Literally, no one. Like, we got in for free.

So, we are pretty stoked about this, duh, and then the movie begins. And I love it, again.

Now, it's a pretty amazing movie and it's funny but not like dumb funny, but rather smart funny, and it is hopeful and insightful, and makes you feel good and stuff.  But, another good thing about the movie is that it has definitely made me less judgmental when it comes to guys. Well, maybe.

Here's the deal.  I like one guy like every five years.  Random taste, but generally the guy does not wear khaki pants or football jerseys (and I like football! but, still...). And here is Bradley Cooper, wearing khaki pants WITH a football jersey in a GOOD scene, because mainly he is wearing a trash bag (yes, a trash bag) throughout the entire movie. And, he is bipolar. Yet, he is totally amazing.

So, now, thank you Bradley Cooper, maybe I will give guys that wear trash bags, khaki pants, football jerseys, and are bipolar more of a chance.

And also, the movie is really, really good. Believe me, I wasn't even into Bradley Cooper before this, so I guess in a sense, thank you movie for making me more open to Bradley Cooper. Maybe if I ran into him on the street I'd give him a chance now...or something...

And! When we left the theater, there was a cute bunny munching on dead grass on the outskirts of the parking lot.  That's gotta be a good sign, right?! A silver lining, if you will??

Anyway, go see the movie.

The end.