Last night I texted my friend, who is also not drinking, and asked her what she was up to for the evening. Both of us had nothing so we decided to finally see Breaking Dawn Part 1. We've waited so long to go see it, we had to travel to a theater further away than our regular place. Valley View was an adventure in and of itself. Such amazing people watching-where do these people come from? What rock did they crawl out from under? Where did they still find a matching velour sweat suit to wear to the movies? Every pair or small group of women in their 30's were going to see Breaking Dawn-we were calling it. We were laughing and judging. And we were even judging ourselves a little bit.
Anyway...For the last couple of Twilight movies we were there opening weekend with our mini bottles of cheap champagne. We were ready. We were excited. But the problem with spreading out the movies like they have, WE'VE MOVED ON. We've found Hunger Games. (That movie comes out in March and WE'RE READY!!!) And like any relationship that has gone on too long, we were no longer able to overlook the things we used to think were kind of cute and endearing. Jacob doesn't take off his shirt enough. Kristen Stewart is a terrible actress with bunny teeth. The sex was awkward. So. So. Awkward. (and isn't is always that way in this stage of the relationship?!) We left laughing, laughing at how bad it was. Except we really want to know what raspberry lip stain they use on all the vampires. Their pouts are perfectly colored.
At this point, we are committed. We're going to have to see the last one. But I can only imagine it's going to be like the one last time with someone you used to love. It's going to be awkward and bad and is only going to cement in your mind that you've moved on. Now GET YOUR SHIT AND GET OUT!
image from Jennsylvania's recap of the movie. I should have just stuck with the recap.
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