Yesterday I gave myself a little treat. Mr X was taking Idgy after school, so I got myself organised to trot off to Kilmarnock and run some errands and then visit the cinema.
Nothing so very unusual in someone doing that i guess, well for me there was. It was the first time I had ever been to the cinema on my own. I planned on going to the 5.20pm showing figuring there would be less giggling teenagers to laugh at this old lady going on her own.
I need not have worried. The cinema was almost deserted, and horror of horrors, the coffee machine wasn't working, so treat number two was wiped out (cappuccino of course) before I even got in there.
In fact I was the only person there until the very last minute when two other ladies (we were all of a certain age of course) turned up. At this point I had a sudden panic – you see dear reader I had bought a ticket for the standard seats in the back row, and seeing the cinema completely empty had upgraded myself to the premier seats – oh the decadence, oh the scandal, oh the comfort! But, had i chosen the one seat in the empty cinema that one of these ladies had paid for, I fairly quaked in that seat waiting to see where they would go. Relief, they were a few rows away, I could relax in my illicit comfort and enjoy the film.
'Julie and Julia' is pure joy to watch. Really a great film and Meryl Streep is just wonderful as the over-large, over-the-top, over-loud and totally over whelming Julia Child.
Hmmmmm the food, why had I not grabbed something to eat before I went in to the cinema. My tummy was groaning within the first five minutes of the film. After the first hour I was convinced that my cinema companions must surely hear my internal grumblings from their positions about fifteen feet away .
For anyone who hasn't heard about this gem of a film it is about a woman in New York who decides to cook her way through her heroines cook book in one year. This woman is always getting ribbed for not finishing anything, so this is her test to herself, to cook every recipe in Julia Child's book within one year. To keep herself on track she decides to write a blog about it. The film is a mix of both this story and also the story of Julia Child herself and how she got started with that infamous cook book.
I loved the whole thing, the story, the characters, the food, locations, humour, friendship, everything. Hmmmmm well okay, not quite everything, there was just one thing I hated. Oh God, you guys are going to think me so prissy to say this, but what the hell, this is me here. I hate, hate, hate people eating with their mouths open and making noises when they eat. It totally grosses me out, uuuugh! Anyway the husband in this film called Eric (unfortunate choice of name from my view as same as Mr X) did this all the time, ok so maybe they were just highlighting this to show how fabulous his wife's cooking was and how much he was enjoying it, but uuuuugh for me, yukkk.
Now when the film finished I got up to leave and my companions a few rows in front also got up and we started to chat. The usual 'what a great film' sort of stuff. Then one of the ladies said to me, 'are you going to start a blog now?'. Well of course I told her I already had one and told her how to find this drivel exciting page. They both said they would take a look at dream Acres Diary.
into the realms of realitySo hello ladies, if you are out there reading this then you have brought my blogging.
Have a nice weekend wherever you all are.