It's it Romantic?

So...while running at the gym tonight I saw a story on Night line about how the romantic comedy is dead. The interviewee, a supposed expert, really had nothing to contribute, but the story did get me thinking.

It's true, I haven't seen a great romantic comedy in a while. The ones that I have seen are almost always with the same actresses (Jennifer Aniston or Lopez, both need  to go away or Kathrine Heigl, meh) and some meathead with a hot bod as the leading man. I know that there are about a million screenplays submited a year and I wonder what idiot thought, "Another Jennifer Aniston rom com? She has a lame love life in reality so, I'll cut her a break and give her a good fake one...for the third time this year."

Most of the newer "rom coms" (I effing hate that term) are either all about sex or a guide to being a slut. I know that is a trend with girls, to sleep with a guy and then get to know him (not me, I just happen to know some crazy skanks who clearly like to overshare.) I think we need movies that teach women to act like women and get men to be romantic because clearly, that is a lost art.Women bitch and moan about how there are no romantic men left, well close your legs and make them be romantic. If you want to be a whore, start charging and stop whining.


What happened to dapper men that were charming and made the audience fall in love with them? Clark Gable, Paul Newman, Bill Holden and even light in his loaffers, Rock Hudson would charm the pants of you. And not all of them were hot; Jimmy Stewart was not a stud but he was the Tom Hanks of his day, a nice guy that anyone would want to be with.

I digress. This new turd is about to breeze into theathers this month.

'No Strings Attached' is about sex buddies. I'll save you the $10 for the ticket and the $15 for snacks and 2 hrs of having to watch Aston Kutcher's craptastic acting and tell you to turn on VH1 tomorrow at 5PM and watch 'When Harry Met Sally' for free where you can find out that men and women can not, infact, be sex buddies without someone's feelings getting hurt.

Someone needs to put the romance back into the romantic comedy STAT because it's not dead, just on life support.

***What's your favorite romantic comedy?***

She's a my birthday too!!

So...I had my birthday which, up until the day of had been perfect. But God knew nothing can be perfect for me, not yet at least. I woke up to find out that my car needed to go into the shop and $600 later it was fixed. UGH, thanks God!! The day before I had gone to Bakersfield to visit family. I went to visit my Grandma in Wasco and had a really nice "dinner" served promptly at noon followed by "million dollar cake." It was all very good and the visit was great because I got to tell her all about the TCM Festival.

I had Smith's frosting cake with Mom, Dad, Uncle David, Allen and Granny later that night. And I also got to find out that both of my grandmothers have a thing for James Mason's voice...I don't think I cared to know that.

I drove home, woke up wanting to go run errands and found out, nope, I get to go to Ford. Blah. Tasha and I still went to Mastro's for a really nice birthday dinner in Newport. She'd never been and I think she liked it, I of course, loved it.

Super cute photo of Tasha (Or as my Scottish Granny calls her "Tinnie Bash.")

Their drinks are fabulous. Tasha had wine. I'll take her word that it was good since I'm not a wine-o.

I had my favorite, a Lemon Drop with dry ice. The smokey affect is impressive when it's served.

I had a KC Rib Eye, a very fine choice of meat I will say. It was like butta. Tasha had the fillet mignon and we shared the gorgonzola mac and cheese and 1lb baked potato...I had never seen one so big!! Fantastic dinner and I was very happy to go out with a great friend and get dressed up for a fancy-schmancy dinner. I ended the evening watching 'It's Complicated' like the 80 year old woman I really am.

That Friday night Cassie came down to visit, which almost never happens so it was a big deal. We went to the Getty Saturday afternoon to see the DaVinci exhibit which was...annoying. Since I never have Saturdays off I forgot that the masses go out then and I hate being with the masses and their devil children. There were WAY too many strollers at the Getty. Children, especially those that are messy and can't walk well should NOT be anywhere near FINE art. Stay home. The exhibit itself was mainly sketches which needed to be viewed through magnifying glasses, and with all the people crammed into those rooms, it just wasn't great. Thank God there was more stuff to look at!!

I came across this painting of a Spanish woman. It was very vibrant and I was impressed with how HUGE it was...I'm a size queen.

This was a basin depicting Cleopatra's life. If you can see there are swords and sharp crap popping out everywhere, I would not be washing my face in this at all!!

This was a table which I found to be very creepy. I mean you're eating your dinner and you look down and there are all these faces smiling at you like they're saying, "Hey, thanks for the nice view."

Me and Mr. Bojangles a few lives ago.

Squinty!! It was super bright that day.

Me, "Harry" and Cassie

After almost a year and half of not seeing each other my "Harry" came and met us for Brazilian food at Fogo de Chao in Beverly Hills.  And do I know my friends or what because they both LOVED this place. Cassie said it was like having your best friends keep coming by the table to ask if you'd like some more meat. It really is like that, they have 16 different kinds of meat there and a great salad bar and a great bar (Thin Mint cookie shots!!!) It was great and ever the classy guy, Harry picked up the tab!! Now THAT was nice.

        

DONE SON!

Notice how Harry is the only one that looks blissful, while the girls are bordering on pain.

After dinner we all went back to my apartment and talk, talk, talked until 3 AM. It was a VERY good time and I really appreciated them driving down to see me because it's a 2.5 and 5 hours trip for them. YIKES! Over all a really awesome birthday and if you didn't get my reference, it is, yet again, an 'I Love Lucy' one. Educate yo' self!

And I'm going to be 40....SOMEDAY!

Drunken rock out. Clearly I'm doing my best Freddie Mercury.

So...'When Harry Met Sally' was on E! the other night. I've seen that movie about a kajillion times. I remember my parents referencing that movie to tell me men and women could never be friends. I'm fairly certain my Dad almost knew the spiel verbatim, like some kind of cautionary Gettysburg address or something.

I have always had more guy friends than girl, now the guys are just gay so the Harry/Sally thing turns into the Will/Grace thing, but I never worried about any of then actually liking me (the straight ones), but this scene in the movie has always stuck with me as a reminder.

I moved in with my guy (non-gay) best friend in college (For the sake of this blog, his name will be Harry). We were never single at the same time and I was totally certain there was nothing there because I asked him to Winter Formal in high school (as friends) and was shot down.

Yes I did have blonde hair at one point

As far as I was concerned we were like brother and sister since we were born 5 days apart, went to the same schools since we were 6 and when I was blond, looked similar. So, for three years we lived together and with each other's boyfriend or girlfriend at certain times. Neither one of our dates ever worried that we liked each other because they figured if something were to happen it would have by our early 20's.

Harry moved away and I still haven't found that replacement and it's been almost 2 years. Now, don't get me wrong, he's irreplaceable and I really miss Harry... a lot. But I am still looking for that straight buddy to pal around with, like I make you dinner and you fix crap for me and watch Old School and talk about random historical events and Back to the Future and not worry about him trying to do anything funny.

Now I have to worry about people asking me out to places I do not want to go to on dates and then expect something..physical. As if a $25 date means I have to put out....hookers make better money than that!!! I just want a freakin' friend. It's like THAT is harder to find than a date.

A good piece of advice from my crazy Grandma M is she told me to make sure I'm friends with who ever I end up with because once the love is gone you can at least like the person. So, shouldn't it all start out as friends?