a couple of weeks ago my lovely friend Alison brought me to dinner. we went to an AMAZING restaurant she knows and loves called Bistro Seven Seven in Alliston, Ontario. OMG. so. good.
for a lot of things. like, for Sneaky Dee's wings (mild), for All Dressed Ruffles chips, peanut butter (Kraft, low fat), pickles (dill, no garlic), fennel, sushi, and for really good coffee (Crema in Toronto makes a great espresso, and their lattes are f-cking turn-ons - i want to pour them in my pants). but last night i was having a serious craving for Jeff Goldblum.
Woody makes me feel so good. and this movie made me feel f-cking great. some of my friends don't understand how i can have such an insatiable crush on Woody Allen. really? because i think the brain, his MIND, is a total, absolute f-cking turn-on. i find Woody Allen irresistible in the same way i have a crush on director Micheal Moore. (do you get it?) f-ck. what i would give to be Woody's Soon-Yi. sigh...
last night the Vancouver Canucks won game one. NICE. i'm a Leafs' girl, but since the Leafs are the sh-ts and didn't make it anywhere, GO CANUCKS! anyway, my friend Luca came over to watch the game on the big screen (i.e., movie theatre), and after the game, we wanted to watch a movie.
i wandered into it the other day completely indifferent - i couldn't remember the trailer or even seeing it advertised on the telly. but i was enjoying a mid-week afternoon out to myself, and after a morning of book browsing, lunch, and coffee, i decided to take a lookie at what was playing at my favourite cinema around the corner. Source Code was starting in 10 minutes, and so in i popped.