ROSEMARY: I had a rough day yesterday, starting at 6:30am when the phone kept ringing and no matter how many times I said hello and then hung up, it just started again. Things went downhill from there.
My plan was to go home and treat myself to a glass (or two) of red wine and - drum roll - NOT WORK. I'd had enough. I wanted to vege.
I would not think about my word count, my protagonist's motivation or whether or not I should go to Ohio. I made a fire, poured the vino and reached for the remote. And that's where my blog post begins.
My husband and I agree on most things - politics, money, sex, other people's lousy driving habits, how other people's dogs are wretched curs but ours is practically perfect in every way - but watching Jim Lehrer is not my idea of vege-ing out. He's great. I love him. And it is something of a miracle that he looks exactly the same as he did 20 years ago - but yesterday the world was too much with me and Jim was no match for - Twelve Monkeys.
Yes, the bizarro, almost incomprehensible Bruce Willis/Brad Pitt film about time travel, deranged scientists, a virus that may wipe out mankind as we know it and a group of slackers/psychos/geniuses who call thmselves The Army of Twelve Monkeys.
I needed Twelve Monkeys. I needed Bruce Willis to save the world. My husband did not agree. He does admit to having watched Moonlighting once or twice, but that was only because he thought Cybill Shepherd was cute.
It could have been another classic, thought-provoking movie...say...
Faster, Pussycat, Kill, Kill! but as far as I know that wasn't on television and I needed the quick fix.
It wouldn't have been the same if I had had to find a dvd and put it in. I was after instant gratification.
So my Bruce went downstairs and watched the world going to hell in a handbasket and I stayed upstairs and watched the other Bruce save it.
How do you and your significant others vege out?