My friend J was in town last night visiting his mom for the weekend so we met up to see (500) Days of Summer and grab a bite to eat. J and I go WAAAAYYY back – we went to preschool together so we have known each other practically all our lives. J actually lives in New York and I had actually just seen him while I was in New York last, but it was nice to have some time to just chat one on one (the last couple of times we’ve seen each other, we’ve been with the boyfriend and J’s boyfriend, Nick).

The movie was cute, but not particularly memorable. I went into the movie really wanting to love it/want to see it immediately again/come out of it wanting to place my pre-order for the DVD on Amazon, for several reasons (including, but not limited to, the fact that the trailer looked great and that Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is one of my top-10 movies) but, unfortunately it just wasn’t that great. There were parts (like the IKEA scenes) that we pretty perfect, but really just served to make you think of what the movie could have been with a little bit better screenplay. I didn’t necessarily have a problem with the fact that Zooey Deschanel’s character was pretty one dimensional, as other reviewers have had, (why does she act the way she does? I have no idea), because the story wasn’t really a story of boy and girl, but really just boy. My problem was that boy wasn’t a fully fleshed out character either. I thought the movie relied too much on gimmicks like animation, a quirky soundtrack and the omnipresent narrator at the expense of plot development.

Also, I don’t know if it was because of all the Inglorious Basterds posters around the theater, but the filmmakers here used an instrumental snippet repeatedly throughout the movie to introduce key scenes that, every single time, made me think of Tarrentino and Kill Bill and kind of took me out of the movie because part of me was expecting the characters to engage in a vicious and bloody (but beautifully choreographed and filmed) showdown. Anyone else? Or just me?

Anyway, even though the movie was not all I hoped it would be, it was still a perfectly nice way to pass a Saturday evening. Afterwards, J and I went to a winebar by the theater (we were at Crocker for all you Cleveland-ers) and got dinner and chatted. J is in in the process of deciding whether or not he wants to go back to school so we talked about that for awhile and we discussed our respective relationships. J and Nick live together and J finds it very upsetting (in a very cute, older brother protective kind of way) that the boyfriend and I will not be living together when I move to New York in a couple of weeks because he thinks it should have been a foregone conclusion that the boyfriend should have asked me to live with him since we have, in J’s words, been together FOREVER and that it what happy couples do. I will confess that I was a little upset about the boyfriend’s lack of interest in living together at first, but now I do think living apart is for the best. We’re in something of a holding pattern with our relationship these days in terms of the future (I’m getting tired of the “and when are you two finally going to get married?” questions) and just in case something were to happen and we were to break up, it will be better if we have our own places. And if we are completely happy, then it’s only a year. Plus, I am starting to look forward to finding a place and getting new furniture (I sold pretty much everything in DC if you will recall), so I do think this is for the best. But the boyfriend is a little bit on J’s bad list right now.

It was a lovely and relaxing night, which then, as you know if you follow me on Twitter, ceased to be relaxing when I returned home to find my brother throwing a party for 20 or so of his nearest and dearest (the parents stayed on Catawba for the night to go out with their friends and while the cat’s away…). Highlights of my night cleaning up a six pack of beer that was dropped and shattered on the tile floor at 2 am and convincing one of the bro’s friends that the backyard was not an ideal place to sleep and I could provide him with a nice aerobed instead. Being the grownup was totally not fun (I think I was cranky last night while Twitter-ing because I just felt so damn old and boring) – I would have much rather been part of the beer pong tournament, but sadly was not asked to participate (I do recognize that that was completely inappropriate. I have mad beer pong skills though).

The bro and his friends seemed to have a good time and the bro was very good about cleaning up this morning, so all in all, it could have been much worse. I ended up only getting about 4 hours of sleep which is less fun when you get no benefit from your lack of sleep (besides big sister brownie points, I guess). However, next time I stay up until 4 am, I want it to be because I am drinking and having fun, not because I am playing chaperone!

About 2 weeks ago the boyfriend and I went to a baseball game with some friends including a friend couple, Q&M. The boyfriend (who will get a better introduction when I get around to writing that everything-you-need-to-know post) has been friends with Q since college. This is a long time considering that the boyfriend is practically ancient (just kidding! He’s only 30. Or am I kidding…). Anyway, Q moved away for a couple of years to get his master’s during which he met M and they started dating. They’ve been together probably 2 1/2 – 3 years now. 

Anyway, the boyfriend had mentioned a few months ago that he thought that Q was perhaps falling a little out of love with M (as evidenced by the fact that Q was refusing to move in with M), but it never came up again and they stayed together and were even talking a bit about moving to another city together. 

Back to the present, we all go to the baseball game, much fun is had, and we take lots of pictures which I promise to paste on facebook but don’t get around to pasting on facebook until today because HELLO? busy week. Q was visiting the boyfriend this weekend and the boyfriend just called to tell me that my timing is impeccable because Q has decided actually he doesn’t love M anymore and is going to break up with her, likely in the very, very new future. And now I have posted all of these happy couple pics online that M has tagged herself in and that are all over feeds and profile pages and all that fun stuff. 

And now I feel bad, but obviously can’t do anything because, talk about making a bad situation worse. I really wish the boyfriend had not decided to share this with me.